So my wonderful parents sent us a care package with goodies of all types.

Included among the chocolate (my thing) and Twizzlers (Phil thing) was 9 balls of cotten worsted weight baby blue yarn.

What should I do with it?

Update

Valentine's day was wonderful. The menu went well, with the exception of the mussels . The mussels were bad. I checked them as usual, but they were bad. There was no question of it once they cooked. Blech.

But, not having a table, I set up a romantic picnic on the floor.



We also don't have a nice blanket. Phil came home with a yellow rose (my favorite).


We had decided to not do presents. He's good at this whole marriage thing and bought me the flower anyway.

Confessions

I haven't done any olympic knitting in three days. Instead, I started working on my sweater. This is so not in the spirit of the olympics, since sweaters are something I do fairly often, but there it is.

I finished the body.



And started the sleeves when I ran out of yarn. Allow me to repeat.

I ran out of yarn. Insert curse words here.

Now I have sleeves that are almost done, but not quite.




Please excuse the Tobes. She is in pain the you-know-what mode today.

Basically, I have a bulky red vest and short sleeves. Wicked sexy.