Iced

It's late November, but someone seems to have turned the dial ahead to January. The window beside my desk looked like this early this morning:

Reminds me of the "Frost Flowers" stitch pattern in one of Barbara Walker's treasuries. By this afternoon, the sun had melted it and I could actually see outside. It was a balmy -7C when I headed downtown for a bit of shopping. A city employee was taking advantage of the freeze and flooding the rink in Market Square.

 

My little skein of handspun shetland is dry.

 

I should be able to get three more of these out of my 150g roving. So many great accessories I could make with this. Time to check out Churchmouse Yarns and Teas, my favourite source for classic little pieces.