I am knitting up a storm. Can you tell that I'm stressed? (Work, and some decisions to make.)
At least with my new book, I can knit interesting things, instead of the long rectangles of the past, which I invariably labelled "scarves" and proudly presented to husband and sons as gifts (to their horror, I suspect, which they bravely concealed. The horror that is, not the scarves. Well, perhaps the scarves as well.)
This is my beanie. It was meant for Le Husband, but the only one in the house who was willing to model it, was ...
... Le Buddha.
Which was very kind of him. I think I will present it to him as a gift.