How tired am I? So tired that I will blog about OTHER people's knitting projects. To wit: my most excellent Christmas gift from my mom, which was pretty much the only knitting happening this Christmas. She made three Birthday Cowls, and I was the lucky recipient of one of them.
(No, I will not show my face in this picture. It turns out I have no talent for taking pictures of myself, and I tend to close my eyes even though I am the one pushing the shutter button.)
As Jessica has noted, a cowl has amazing warmth-retention properties. I have been wearing my red cowl with a purple sweater, in a sort of "When I am Old, I Will Wear Purple" sort of fashion. Who the heck cares? It's warm.
Wait a cotton-pickin' minute. I just realized that I might have stumbled on the reason I'm tired. Maybe I am just old! Perhaps that is why EVERY PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE, even those older than I am, has taken to calling me "ma'am." Gack.
* With apologies to Madeline Kahn... The lyrics aren't particularly apt, but AMC has been running Blazing Saddles practically non-stop lately.