fixing things (papa says he gets very excited and serious about this)
singing, making music
running around and around the table
raisins, as always
my new boots with fur pompoms
NYT Sunday crossword puzzles
Tandem Cafe, and the bagels and chocolate stout bread
quiet days when we get them
fires in the fireplace
And another thing. It seems ironic that with all my knitting, and all the meathead hats out in the world, that I am a person without a hat. I was sooooo cold today on the way home from work. Is anyone interested in knitting me a meathead hat? I'll trade you some yarn!
The thing is, I want to knit myself a hat. But I want it to be this Inga Hat, which I've bought yarn and swatched for. But I'm so pressed for time that my hat plans are far beyond what I can knit now. My knitting is already in process beyond the dawn of the new year. I can't go that long. And today...in Nordstrom Rack?...I almost bought a knit hat. Almost. Bought. a Hat. It looked like one of them mason dixon washcloths, actually. It was cute. But come ON. Finally I could not spend the 13 bucks on it, knowing I could knit a fine hat, if only I had the time.
So I froze at the bus stop, and cursed myself.