it was high time that i should begin to knit again, after having learned and forgotten and learned and forgotten. it began, for the third time, in michigan, where my mother lives. party because of the bitter cold and partly out of restlessness, i endured the long drive to a place they call HobbyLobby and purchased the required knitting needles and yarn that i failed to bring with me from home. and now i want to do little else.
so "what have i been knitting?" might you ask. warmers. nothing but warmers: leg and wrist, to be precise.