My husband’s cold was perhaps slightly worse yesterday. In old age we are almost as frightened by this common ailment as an Austen heroine. We’ve had our flu injections, on the other hand, and he’s not feverish.
Koolhaas finished, camera battery flat.
I feel gripped by a wish to knit hats. This one has come out exactly as Jared would wish, 7” in height, and is perhaps slightly small for me: the tips of the ears are covered, not the entirety. It may do a bit better on Rachel. What about a nice Yarn Yard hat, deep ribbing in the plain colour, the rest hand-painted?
But what I really fancy is a beanie, with swirls. Grumperina’s Odessa, perhaps, without the pearls?
But I must press on with the Ribbed Links, and return to the gansey.