My mom is a master knitter. The items you see on the front of the knitting magazines? No problem for my main lady.
I'm very lucky that I always get a few gorgeous wearables at the holidays. But this year she outdid herself. Yep, she decided to make me a snood.
The pattern turned out to be quite complicated and she didn't finish in time. But here it is, still on the needles and looking perfectly diaphanous.
(With a cameo by my parents' Golden Retriever, who, in the tradition of Fair Finley, is named after a street.)
