When I ran errands on Tuesday in anticipation of winter storm Inga’s arrival on Wednesday, I was under the impression that it was expected to snow about an inch. Maybe, if we got hit really hard, three-and-a-half inches.
And at first, it seemed that the weather reports were exactly right. At my house the snow started falling sometime around nine o’clock on Wednesday morning, and it wasn’t until we neared noon that it finally began to stick.
By late afternoon, however, we were well past the totals bandied about by the weather forecasters on Tuesday. By the time I suited up to take my dog for an earlier than usual end-of-the day walk, there was at least six inches of snow for me and my dog to tromp through.
One of use enjoyed it:
We had spent the rest of the day quietly, me working on my crochet while Clooney napped, nestled in his dog bed in my office.
While he rested, I worked on the squares.
I wove in ends, I squared up a few that needed it, I left my sleeping dog and went to the crochet empire in search of more squares, and (when I could no longer resist), I tried out a joining technique coupled with a border treatment. Here is an overview:
and here is a detail:
Then, today, while I waited for the temperature to climb above freezing so that this winter wonderland could melt, I continued to do more of what I had done on Wednesday, and even had time to join these four orphaned granny squares leftover from another project:
Which I then bordered with a round of Red Heart Super Saver delft:
By now, it was late in the afternoon and a balmy 34º, and I needed to get things done before the temperatures dropped, and it all started to freeze again, so after I get this group photo of the squares I have accumulated so far:
and this detail:
I had to get Clooney out for his last big walk of the day.
Tomorrow, the sun will rise on a still cold and icy morning, and I will be ready to face it with a fresh pot of coffee, a crochet hook, and a few more squares in need of crochet rehab.