A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
Someone must really want his sweater . . . Gosh I'm one lucky gal! And, in a timely way, I have made quite a lot of progress on Salt Lake City. I'm winging my way up the color patterning on the yoke, and falling more and more in love. See the people holding hands? The Olympic flame? This is the center back. The rest is a series of snowflakes and mountains and fun geometric patterns. If only it wasn't 300+ stitches around . . . I guess that's why the flowers are here to encourage me!