I knit a few rounds on the second Badcaul sock tonight. Just a few. Wanted to see what it felt like to hold my needles and yarn again. It must be the influence of this needle gauge necklace that Dan gave me for my birthday. Always the frugal-minded partner of the household, he must be scheming for ways to get me to knit again so that my stash will not have been purchased in vain. Either that, or he's really sick of me reading "really good books!" and shoving them down his throat for him to read next.
Oh, and here's that view out of the window that I promised from the last post. Winter Ice Wonderland.