But warm places may be experiencing a chill. I was knitting a Louisa Harding cowl a while back and Monika had dropped the unsubtle hint that I should make one for her Mom, who is always cold and 96 years old.
Monika was there for the rudeness.
So you can imagine her confusion the next morning when I waddled up carrying a take out container and gave it to her.
She was especially confused when she opened it and found a big caterpillar instead of Noms.
A simple washable cowl with a touch of sparkle in a very soft yarn. Fewer calories and more satisfying than leftovers.
