Back in the Mini-Apple

I flew yesterday from Vancouver to Minneapolis via Dallas/Fort Worth. It was another smooth trip and I walked into the condo before 11 pm. Since I seemed to be very short on wool scarves in this cold-weather town I brought two with me that I had recently made. The Jeweled Cowl, sans the "jewels" and this quick one that I call the YO Cowl. Sure enough as I was about to board the light rail a 20-something said to me "I love your scarf." For some reason this always catches me off guard but I did manage a thank you before she was out of earshot.

So here's that scarf hanging around in British Columbia waiting for this trip. It did keep my neck and head nicely warm as I trudged through some light snow last night.

My very own YO cowl

The condo is just the way I left it, except a friend had fixed a hole in the wall left when my TV was removed from it. (It now lives on a stand in the living room where I will actually use it.) He did a wonderful job and took to fixing a bathroom outlet and the sliding doors on my closets as well. All priceless work to me; I can't express my appreciation enough. Thanks so much, Mike.

Waiting here for me was the Jelly Yarn I had ordered.

My Honey Jelly Yarn

I was surprised by the colour; in fact, in person it shows more sparkles and yellow than this photo would suggest. It isn't quite the carmel colour I thought I purchased. Nonetheless, I think it will still work for my knitted syrup idea. It has the feel of a thin rubber cord and also seems to stretch, a characteristic that might serve my purposes well. Stay tuned I will update you once I have a chance to knit with it. But sitting and knitting isn't in the cards just yet.

Today, I splurged and ate lunch/brunch out. It was a necessity since there was nothing in the condo to eat. Tonight I dine with my grand daughter, of course her parents will be there as well. And can you tell, I am looking forward to seeing them all. Got to run~~~~~

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