I made myself a deal a few years ago. If I make the decision to live in Minnesnowta (I kind of hate myself for calling it that) then I wasn’t allowed to complain about the cold. Talk about it? Yes. Complain about it? No.
I spend a decent amount of time day dreaming about my island living days.* But I’m happy here. My family is here. My fella and his family are here. My pals aren’t all here, but a lot of them are.
The instant I spotted this yarn I thought of the beach. I slapped it together by knitting in the round for a pretty large cowl. If I want to do this again I need to adjust my pattern (AKA: Making It Up As I Go) next time and make it ‘taller’ v. ‘longer’ so that it doesn’t hang so low. I am excited to wear my beachy cowl on these cold days.
*I realized that other than Minnesota, I’ve chosen to only live on islands. Three of them to be exact.
**Sorry for the picture quality. Taking pictures of yourself is something I’ve yet to conquer.