Our cars decided that they wanted to become zeppelins during last week’s blizzard.
And N had an excuse to break out his awesome vintage plaid wool pants.
And I had the time to sit on my ass and finish my latest socks while watching the snow fall and then get shoveled away while my toes stayed propped up and toasty.
(Yes, that is snow piled against the window, even after it was knocked down several times – the storm wanted darkness).
But I too eventually went to war with the frozen shit – donning my swants over some wool long johns and stomping my way to uncover various vents and utility meters and paths to compost piles and sheds and garbage cans…
(And I really should have put on my gaiters first.)
When I was making the socks, the colors reminded me of crocuses popping up through the snow. The multi-colored yarn also came from a market in a town in Abruzzo known for its saffron crop.
Now I see that they are perfectly coordinated with my snowshoes.
They could have been longer.
They could be warmer.
Next time maybe I’ll drop another needle size while holding the yarn doubled, but I’m starting to think I just need 100% wool socks – screw the bit of polyamide and/or nylon which I think is the culprit for clamminess…