...when you come home from work and start shopping for thermal underwear on line. I look like a bag lady with an over abundance of hand knits that don't even come close to matching including my fair isle hat, a stolen cowl, deep in the forest fair isle mittens, an Icelandic sweater and plain Jane socks. Even with all the woolen layers, it's not enough to keep me warm. For that I added feathers, or more specifically, down. Though we've had no snow, it's bitterly cold with a breeze I'd call north of fresh.
With the exception of one last fiddly gift, I'm done with my holiday knitting. It truly helps to eliminate the unappreciative before making such a list and I've worked hard over the years to pare it down. For motivation to finish the last item, I need to revisit the inspiring sample I saw at the yarn store. That's about the only thing I can think that will keep me working on this work of art.
On the work front, I met Mr. Larger Than Life's twin tonight. Who knew the universe could be big enough to hold two people so alike? We had a chat about hospice and I talked to him for about 30 minutes before I realized he could have been MLTL's clone. The best thing about this chance meeting is I'll get to see him again tomorrow night when I open his case.
I just love having a reason to wake up in the morning.