Pittsburgh saw the first real snow of winter today. When I woke up, my street was covered with the slush of it and I had to drag my snow shovel out of the basement. Those of you who’ve been reading for a while know, winter is my least favorite time of year. I grew up in Atlanta. Snow is a strange, awful substance that I’m convinced is designed to ruin anything good in the world.
In honor of the snowfall, I pulled out some yarn scraps and whipped up this dish towel while I watched Quills on Netflix. A little sadism from the Marquis de Sade himself- he reminds me of Old Man Winter. I suppose I’ll settle in for the long, miserable slog. In the meantime, I’ll focus on these paper flowers I picked up in San Antonio and dream of spring.