I decided the Isager Palet was a little bit too grown-up for a baby, which is an expression I’ve disparaged in others and now I find using myself. Ah well.
A quick lunchtime trip to Holland Road and I was the proud owner of the pinkest cotton yarn ever. It damn near glows in dark.
Reading: Death Without Company by Craig Johnson
These Longmire books are such trash. Enjoyable trash. I don’t know why I like them so; maybe I’m secretly harbouring an urge to visit Utah.
See what everyone else is knitting and reading over on the original Yarnalong.