The weather is dreary, damp and icky. Going outside means slogging through it all. So, instead, I am staying inside and slogging in another fashion.
Although slogging is perhaps not the right word here. Knitting up mitred squares is a nice, fairly mindless way to spend a dreary Victoria Day weekend.
Lest you think that I am not paying close attention to the knitting, I have a quality control inspector who will point out any issues that may crop up.
So far, the inspector has been pleased. Thank goodness. Imagine the damage that would ensue if he wasn't!
