And here's a shot of him taking it down a notch or two...
Isn't that a riot? My boys crack me up.
On an entirely different note, it has occurred to me that I really, really like wool. Isn't that funny? Took me thirty years to figure that out, but I think the first twenty years spent living in the semi-tropics gives me a bit of an excuse. Since I like to knit, this is a pretty convenient little epiphany.
I've realized I shiver a little bit less with wool on. It just holds the heat in, but it breathes too. And it even holds your heat in if you're wet. And the thing that surprised me the most - not all wool is scratchy.
So I've been knitting up some wool that I bought a long time ago. It's actually sat in my stash for a couple of years, due to the fact that this particular yarn isn't the easiest to work with. I decided that, ahem, a few days of mad knitting would yield me another warm day of the week, for many, many, many weeks. Hello, new sweater!
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