Camy here. I’ve become obsessed with scarves and socks.
I know it sounds totally weird, but it’s true. I’ve been knitting up a storm lately, and all I’ve been knitting have been scarves and socks.
Granted, I live in California, but it’s darn cold here and my wool socks have saved me from frostbite, I’m certain. Socks are quick and easy to knit up, and I got a whole bunch of worsted weight wool yarn late last year because it was on sale.
So, my toes have been toasty!
I’ve also discovered the power of the scarf. Even just a small one around my neck keeps me warm, and they’re especially nice with a coat or jacket to take that last edge off the cold. I am currently in a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and a cashmere scarf around my neck because the house is a bit chilly.
I knit up a cool one in teal, blue, and pink that I take when I walk the dog. I intend to knit up more so I can wear them with some other outfits to church.
Oh and speaking of church, I just finished a burgundy poncho that I intend to wear today. It’s made with this bulky weight wool yarn (again, which I got on sale) and it knit up super fast. Sure, it makes me look a bit pregnant, but I don’t care because I’m happier than a cat licking the last of your tunafish sandwich.
And I don’t want to hear anything from the peanut gallery about minus degree temperatures in the Midwest or Northeast or anywhere with snow. I am from Hawaii and my blood is very thin—’nuff said. I’d turn into an icicle in someplace like Colorado or Nebraska.