It is (finally!) cold here. Rowan is desperately awaiting some snow. She built us a beautiful fire last night, and is very happy because she seems to have inherited Timmy's fire magic. Jon brought in loads of wood for us last night, so it'll be another cozy day here.

For me, cold + fires = major need to craft. I'm plugging along on my blanket, giving my fingers little rests but ignoring their protests as much as possible. I'm resisting the urge to put it down and start up something new because I'd love to finish it while it's still cold enough to want to use it. I came across scrumbling the other day and can't wait to try it. It appeals to the part of me that's obsessed with crazy quilts. Since I can't sew without some sort of injury and lots of cursing, I usually get my crazy quilt fix by buying quilts other people make - like this one that's made of what look like dress fabrics and is backed with flour sacks.




It's, well, scrumbilcious :o).