My kids and my sweetie went camping last weekend. Yes, the Boy Scouts are a hardy lot. They camp in January in the upper Midwest. In tents. I am not a hardy Scout. I stayed home. 36 glorious child-free, husband-free hours. Just me and the doggies, snuggled warm and cozy inside. I never even stepped outside, but I did think of my guys as I woke up to single digits outside.
Mostly, I watched cutesy movies on the Hallmark Channel, and I finished knitting. I had a shockingly large stack of items that I had finished knitting, but hadn't seamed or tied in all those loose ends. One item after another. I kept digging in the knitting bag, and I would find another unfinished item.
The final count was two ear warmers, one baby blanket and four placemats.
Today, it is all about the stack of completely finished objects.
