A New Hampshire Knitter

I've been reading up a storm lately. Normally, if I read that one, amazing book, then I have a hard time getting into another book. I spend a while moping, or busy with other hobbies, or as a last resort, I read a book that I've read many other times as a way to cleanse the proverbial palate. First one was Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn . It was recomended to me by a coworker. Apparently,everyone on that floor of the office was reading it, so I said, hey, why not? Gone Girl is about a young wife who, on the day of her fifth wedding anniversary, mysteriously disappears from their Missouri home. I can't say too much about it except to say, if you are thinking about reading it, please do. The twists keep coming one right after another, and nothing is what it seems. I read this one in two days- I simply couldn't put it down. It got to the point, about halfway through the book, that I NEEDED to know what was going to happen next. Next up came A Single Thread by Marie Bos

Like most people in New England, I opened my back door to find this: 2 feet of snow, give or take a few inches. The snow came to about my kneecaps, and I don't feel like measuring my tibia. We'll just say I'm 5' 5. So, after I shoveled a path (stylishly sporting my You Don't Know Our Women and Houndstooth Mittens ) from one back door to another,    I knit a Miranda Hat , which I was surprised fit. For a while, the hat looked like it would be too small (which is my history with toque style hats, so knitting a hat that was too small isn't exactly out of the question.) Then I continued knitting Hugo, which is meant to be a birthday present for my mother, but it currently looks like a misshapen tooth. I might just give her a different monster. Dunno yet. I'm having a hard time imagining a better snow day.