From small things come. . .

I promise not to keep posting pictures of ten-row increases of the Pearl Buck sweater: "Look! I'm halfway through the second diamond! Woo hoo!" But I know, like you know, that little by little, stitch by stitch, is how things grow.

I'm having actual doubts about it. I don't know -- I just looked at it this morning and thought, "Eh." Not joy, not yarn-lust, which have been my usual responses to it. I think I'm mentally done. I bet I finish, wear it once and then let that sweater age nicely for a bit, like a cheese. Then I'll love it.

Listen to me! Talking like I'm almost done. Funny girl.

Another sign of spring popped up in our basement:


Not so mad as one might think. Once they're past the cute stage, it's not much more work than the aged hens out there now. And with eggs as expensive as they are -- I'd rather freeze extra for winter than buy them.