Delays

Well, the promised wintry mix did indeed arrive. When the alarm clock serenaded us this morning, we were greeted by a whole lot of white stuff both on the ground and falling from the sky.

A quick peek out the bedroom window revealed that the snow plows had not yet been activated, so I shambled down the stairs to search for cancellations and/or closings. It was a good thing that I did: Neatnik's school had a two hour delayed opening as did Number Guy's job.

It was an even better thing that I continued to monitor the situation: the college canceled all classes scheduled to begin before 11:30 this morning. It would not have been much fun to have been out before the snow plow drivers had finished their morning coffee. I would have gone out, driven all the way across the county on treacherous roads, and then sat facing locked doors and a snow-filled, unplowed, but otherwise empty, parking lot.

It is better this way. Trust me.

Hmm. I wonder, though, will I still get paid for today? I was willing to go. The school called off classes, not me. I didn't *ask* for the wintry mix.

With a couple of hours between the normal bus pickup time and the time I needed to drive Neatnik to school, I folded a load of laundry but quickly realized that even though folding laundry is a good and noble task, it isn't particularly fulfilling. I mean, sure, you have the satisfaction of clean, tidy clothes all ready to wear and that appeals to the orderly side of the mind which protests clutter and craves organization, but it sort of lacks a certain something with respect to the creative side of the mind. Wouldn't you agree?

I knew you would understand.

In an effort to appeal to the more creative side of my mind, I shopped the yarn dresser for some woolly sock inspiration. I found a couple of pairs of socks' worth of Koigu in there. These two hanks

Note to self: now wind the yarn and pick a pattern

are a bit outside my normal color palette (though both Number Guy and Neatnik approved of the colors and the degree of squishiness). This begs the question, why do I have these colors in the sock stash? Because they were given to me - I didn't pick them out. This is most likely a good thing. Left to my own devices, I would probably knit blues and variations on blacks and whites exclusively.

No, I didn't select Fire on the Mountain for the recently completed Madagascar Socks: it was a gift.

This yarn

is more along the lines of what I tend to pick out when left to my own pathetic simple color devices. At least I thought it was when I placed my order with Webs. They said it was black. Cascade helpfully calls it color 8095. It looked like a very dark grey on my desktop monitor.

This morning, it looks more like a deep chocolate brown. I didn't want to believe it, so I asked Number Guy and Neatnik. They concurred: it looks brown to them, too. I don't own brown clothing.

Number Guy feels that a sweater knit from this would look good with my skin and hair but also says return it for another color if that will make me happier.

I told him that maybe I should ask the blog's opinion. It goes with the odd colored jeans I own and with the stone and tan colored khakis. I know it won't do at all with the true black jeans but what about the blue jeans?

Should I send it back and pick a different color or should I attempt to expand my palette and try to work with it?

This yarn, though

Creamy!

is more in my comfort zone. It is a little bit lighter weight than I thought it would be but there is just over a pound of it and that's enough for a basic woman's sweater, right?