It properly feels like winter here in the desert, complete with dreary skies and dropping temperatures, so all I’ve wanted to do for the last – well, quite a while, really – is sit with a nice cuppa watching something marginally entertaining and knit.   And pretty much nothing else.  Just, knit.  Oddly enough, this isn’t making me the most popular person in my household, where there are supposedly other, more important (and grown-up) things to do, like cleaning and looking for a job.  Happily, I’m not alone in my habit, and showing my critics things like Brooklyn Tweed’s incredible look books goes at least a little way toward convincing them that, if they just leave me to it, they might become Wool People themselves.  Or at least very warm, well turned-out people who are doing even a tiny bit to promote and preserve American agricultural and processing industries, as well as the cultures of design and craft.
Not the least worthwhile argument, though I make it myself.