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I'm a middle aged mother of 2 grown children and wife to a man who doesn't seem to mind my almost heroin-like yarn addiction. I spend my time writing, knitting, and generally stressing out.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

The Dude... Resides In A Cold House

It's cold. It was already cold, of course. It's February. But then that front moved in last night and temperatures dropped to subarctic ranges. (Not really. But it did go down to single digits and I'm going to just say that, after a certain point, it doesn't really matter how far the mercury dips, it's just too damn cold for normal humans at that point.) Man, do I not love the cold.

Let me tell you how cold it is... It's so cold I'm wearing socks. (Sometimes.) Listen, when Madame Hot Flashes is wearing socks, it's cold. And I'm drinking hot drinks in the evening. Like tea. A lot of tea actually.

By the way, look at this little teapot I got a while back at Goodwill. It's so cute and it makes about 4 cups of tea, which is about what I drink in the evenings these days. I'm going to have to knit a little cozy for it. Something whimsical that will lift my spirits when I'm thinking "Good God! Is this winter going to last forever?!"

That's not the tea I'm drinking, by the way. Pumpkin Brulee Oolong Tea? I'm not a hipster. That's R's tea. (He's not drinking it now, either, since I accidentally ground up his diffuser in the garbage disposal.) I just put it in the picture because I thought it looked good. This is what a more honest picture would look like.

Anyway, I'm a tea-drinking, sock-wearing popsicle today. So you know that T, who is not actually suffering menopausal hot flashes like someone else in this house who shall remain nameless, is really cold. So that prompted me to ask if he wanted me to knit him a sweater. (Full disclosure, he has not actually worn a sweater since the late 80's.) I thought that would elicit a laugh, since the last time I tried to knit him a sweater was a full-on disaster.

To my surprise, he said yes, he would. I must have had a look of disbelief on my face, because he said it again. "I think you should knit me a sweater. I'd wear it."

So I quickly pulled up The Dude on Ravelry and asked shyly, "Like this one?"

But he really liked it. So I think I might be knitting T a sweater this year. Of course, you know it's going to be 90 degrees out by the time I finish it, right? Oh well. It's not like Winter isn't coming...

Oh. Now I feel bad.


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