The Irishman gets major brownie points for being all sorts of romantic on Valentines Day. There were long stem roses, a new knitting book and wonderful dinner arrangements, but I was too busy wiping my nose and feeling sorry for myself to get off the couch and get dressed.
Dinner was postponed and substituted with an authentic Irish hot whiskey with lemon, cloves and honey.
The book is absolutely gorgeous and the technique is fantastic. I'm even itching to start a couple of the projects (since my Tamarah wrap is sulking in the corner - not sure that's going to work in her favor. I'm still working out the kinks in my relationship with mohair).