UpdateValentine'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.
ConfessionsI 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.