My niece once mistakenly referred to my migraines as “migrations.” I think that’s the first time I ever *really* laughed about these awful, debilitating headaches. Luckily, I haven’t had a migration in months and was feeling cocky. Wouldn’t you know it, though, one took hold last week and I am only now starting to feel better. Consequently, I’ve been spending the day catching up on my chores, like laundry and dishes, and haven’t had much time for the fun stuff.

I did, however, venture into the kitchen last night and made a roast beef. It looked and smelled divine.

The vegetables were divine. The meat was tough and stringy. A major disappointment!

While I was spending so much time propped up in my favorite armchair, I decided to work on a secret project for my mother. A couple of years ago, she had fallen in love with a sweater she saw at one of my local yarn shops. It’s a Norwegian design (Dale Tiur 11103), but I can’t find a picture of the finished item anywhere on the internet. It’s fairly traditional. It’s covered with eight-point stars and a pair of stags strut across the front of the cardi. Here’s the tiny bit I’ve done so far:

It’s going to be a MAJOR challenge for me. All that color knitting on tiny needles, cutting steeks… My tension is uneven around the hem, but I just can’t bring myself to unravel it all and start over, so I’m forging onward. I’m getting better at it with every round I knit. By the end of this project, I’ll be (a) totally insane and (b) a much better color knitter.

Mother Nature decided to put me in my place. You see, I grew too cocky and planted peas and Swiss chard in the garden. Momma. N. reminded me who was boss by making it snow.

Knitting has also kept me humble lately.

Half way through the second sock, I realized I had been omitting an entire round of the pattern repeat. Oops. And then, the pooling, which was noticeable from the start, grew dramatic. Was I terribly upset by this?

No, not really. They’re done. They’re comfy. They’re green, which puts me in mind of spring, even if Momma N isn’t ready to let go of winter.

Pattern: Yukon Leaves by Lela Conrad
Yarn: Pagewood Farm Sock

We woke up this morning to snow. Not much, just a light dusting really, but it was enough to delay local schools from opening by two hours. That was ok by me, since I’m not a morning person and appreciated the extra time to get going.

Since Robert took the car today, the kids and I walked to school. Normally, it’s a nice journey, but today the fluffy white stuff provided them with continual distraction and I was hard pressed to keep them going so we would make it before the last bell rang. We made it–just in time–and both kids were soaked through and through.

When Claire and I made it back home, she changed into warm, dry clothes and sat down to watch the latest Pingu disc we rented.

I took the opportunity to work on Cassidy, which is nearly complete–but not close enough that I’ll be able to wear it to my knitting meetup tonight. Darn it! A knitter needs to show off their big creations now and then I still have a ton of seaming to do, a few more inches on the hood and the front bands to work. Still, a new sweater is on the horizon and I’m excited about that!