So, whenever there is an unseasonably warm spell during the middle of winter, you know how there are some people who complain that it doesn’t really feel like winter when it’s so warm and there’s no snow? Friends, I am one of those jerks. I am the asshole who hates to see +7C and mud in the middle of winter when there are perfectly lovely warm cozy hand-knitted wool sweaters in my closet waiting, and waiting to be worn when it is an entirely reasonable -10C and snowy. Wiarton Willie the groundhog predicted an early spring this year and I was bummed, man. (What do rodents know about the weather forecast anyway? Tsk.)
I have become that person who relishes a February forecast with temperatures with minus signs in front of them because it means I get to wear sweaters like the one that is just about ready to come off my needles. If I’m going to knit this many wooly bulky cables you’re darned right I’m going to want to wear them. (Admittedly it is easier to feel this way when the cold temps aren’t regularly falling below -25C, so yes, there may be limits to my enjoyment of cold. Special Toronto snowflake, reporting for duty.)
In other news, my Smoky Lake cardigan is so close to being finished – I’m literally just a bind-off row away from finishing the big collar/double-breasted front piece, and then it’ll just be a final wash and block and some buttons and we’ll be in business. After finishing my Exeter cardigan a few weeks ago and starting to wear it, I pretty much want to live with a wardrobe of oversized wooly cabled cardigans (in Briggs & Little wool if at all possible) forever, so I’m glad I’m finishing this in time to have some wear before spring.
Happy knitting this Wednesday, friends! Whether you are in cold climate or warm.