I've been working on a sweater.

It's for me. The first sleeve is too long, even at 14" already. So, I'm ripping back to take another run at it, decreasing more rapidly next time. I'm thinking that for each photo I've posted lately, it's worth a thousand stitches.
And now on to this weeks' batch of 365 shots. (By the way, thanks to all who have been encouraging my efforts in person and online.)
February 1

The snow melting off my neighbor's awning reminded me of Mr. Snuffleupagus's eyelashes.
February 2

February 3

Hello
Our neighbors' Labrador
February 4

Sign of Life
Detail of one of our flowering quince bushes. This cluster is the largest one I found and is probably smaller than a penny...no larger than a nickel, anyway.
February 5

CHILL
The store window of my favorite yarn shop.
February 6

February 7

Alpaca Sea Sponges
This set of fingerless gloves is another project I started after the first of the year. The thumb gusset photo from week one was the first glove in progress. When they were done, the open fingers reminded me of...well, you read the caption title. See for yourself.
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