I finished the Noro scarf. It was absurdly quick--not because it was necessarily a fast knit but rather because any time I had, I was knitting. I was enamored by it, capitvated by it, couldn't wait to see how the next color would work.
I fear I may be a simpleton, but I'm a happy one and Andrew will stay warm.
This is Andrew's humoring look. What he might be thinking is, "Really? A picture now? I'm trying to get this work finished so I can go to bed before midnight." What he did instead of saying that, though, was to wrap the scarf around himself and smile. He's a good one.
And he knows from whence the knitwear comes.