Getting quilty (Cozy Things)

I’ve got a long and daunting list of things that need to get accomplished—those cherries aren’t going to pick themselves—but I’ve dawdled too long at Pinterest, and in Jane Brocket’s beautiful book, and in all your lovely blogs, and now I feel inspired. The black and white quilt patiently awaits its (wool!) batting, so in the meantime I guess I’ll start another. Okay, two. How many is too many? So much fabric, so few hands to sew it with all at once.

I’m also flying without a harness and have cast on a new sweater without checking Ravelry first. I know. It’s so pretty, and if the pattern is a train wreck, I don’t want to know about it yet. I’m just doing it, and I also haven’t done a gauge swatch. (What???) I refuse to learn from my own mistakes.

In other, unrelated news, I can’t stop singing Peter Frampton songs. Ever since my friend M&M and I plied the miles and saw him play last week, he has filled my head with

this and

this, and that’s how I remember him—

here he is now, and if you want a treat, watch

this one. You’ll get that song stuck in your head, but you could do a lot worse. My love of the 70’s is boundless.