Hey Baby, It’s Cold Outside

I think I like the Dinah Shore/Buddy Clark version of that song best. That may just be because that’s the one I heard today.

It was 10 degrees here just after dawn this morning. Let it be recorded here that 10 degrees seems to be the Temperature At Which Our Dogs Will Not Venture Out Of Their Warm Kennels To Bark At A Coyote Bounding Across The Front Yard. It’s official. I saw the whole thing.

Mom’s socks are done



That is Regia Spirit 5728 (maybe), which I actually bought for myself last year (I think) then dug out of the stash when I decided I wasn’t happy with the yarn I ordered for her. I should say I am perfectly happy with it; I just didn’t like it for HER. I think she will like this better.

Tomorrow is Fuzzy Feet day. I have a pile of Cascade 220 in various colors left over from the Who scarf, so I thought I’d make some Fuzzies for my husband’s mother and stepfather who don’t want anything for Christmas. I have the day off tomorrow and Friday; those unused vacation days couldn’t have come at a more opportune time. Perhaps I’ll watch Love, Actually again. Three times in one week isn’t too many, is it?