Knitting - an Ice Breaker

Today I woke up to a snow-clad yard. New snow is beautiful (I spell that word in my head every time I write it... funny! Does anyone else?).

This evening, on my way back home (yes, I actually call my room at Lambertseter my home! I like it here. You are more than welcome to visit me.) from town, I sat down on my train and took out my knitting. An elderly lady sat next to me and commented on it. She had used to knit a lot before, but then her hands became unwilling to do such work. She once knit herself a winter coat! That's respect! Cannot see me doing that. Not on the train anyway. So we talked about knitting till she got off.

Yes, I am knitting socks again. And two hats on order (I really felt that was not the correct word to use, but I couldn't find any better ones...), and the baby jacket, and I will start a head band tomorrow, and I've an order for a pair of wrist warmers with pearls, and Christmas is closing in. Good.

And I drank a cup of black coffee today. *proud*