After an overly full week (houseguests, giant dinner party, family holiday dinners with both his family and mine, running one of two big craft shows this season here in Cleveland), I woke up with a horribly sore throat and a sense of dread, since both the mister and his best friend who was here Wed-Sat have had the sniffles. ARGH.
Solution? Pajama daaaaay!
I finished knitting a second Stacked, am weaving in the ends on a Malabrigo Rasta cowl, and started swatching with my Brooklyn Tweed Loft. Later? More knitting on Nebula. Also? Turkey soup and a ton of tea. But absolutely, positively no real pants.
That’s what Pajama Day is all about.
Note my resolute refusal to leave the couch. Also, awesome pinecone jammies.