Before this degenerates into a completely weather related day, I'll move on to something sensible.
Some time ago, I started knitting a blanket for son3. He asked for something with no holes, and when asked what colour he wanted, in a very guy way, he said orange. What he meant was he had no idea and he was going to leave it up to me.
I ordered the yarn and planned to start a fantastic colourwork piece, but with Mr. Needles vest on the go, I decided to save my sanity to I started this.
Carrying two strands up the side was making me nuts. As I worked up the rows, the two yarns would tangle and twist and before I knew it, I had a yarn barf ball that had to be released each and every time I had to switch colours. I did not like the gauge I was getting. I hated the clunky big needles but most of all, the pattern was singularly uninspiring.
Over the winter, with a lot of time spent mulling blankets, I decided to switch everything around. I picked up a few more balls of yarn in some rich eye popping colours and...
Much better. Smaller needles. Fun pattern. No carrying yarns. Brainless brier watching knitting (Brier = Tim Horton's Brier - 2011= curling, the real Canadian winter sport ). Eventually these colour blocks will be the Moderne Log Cabin from Mason Dixon Knitting.
Plus its got orange.