Working full time creates a stinginess in me - a hoarding of sorts, for my weekend time. The long Thanksgiving weekend is always excitedly anticipated. Planning begins weeks in advance - the sewing room is cleaned, projects are lined up in order of importance, small busy work is tackled and forgotten, food is prepared and stored. FOUR days.
This year I was cheated out of my holiday. It started on Thanksgiving afternoon, shortly after the dishes were cleared and put away. The sore throat. The heaviness in my head. I took to the couch with a myriad of knitting. I fell asleep with the needles in my hand - the yarn strewn across my chest. The following three days passed by like a bad dream - a coughing, sleeping, snotting, drifting testimony to the Headcold Gods.
I was able to make a tiny bit of progress yesterday on some mittens that I'd started for Hilary last season. I also cast on for a matching slouchy hat.
I've frogged the hat at least three times since this image was taken. Swatching is hateful when healthy, despicable when ill!