Hello, Fall. How I’ve missed you.
In Albuquerque, the air turns crisp around Thanksgiving. For a “fall is my favorite season” person, the September equinox is a strange sort of torture: “It’s nearly October. The kids are settled back in school. Why can’t I pull out my woolens?!” Happily, Minnesota is bringing it this year — even throwing in a first frost warning on the 23rd.
Faced with chilly mornings, the kid started asking for a pair of fingerless mitts. We went stash diving last weekend and found three skeins of tween-perfect bright. (Matching cowl now on the needles, thank you.) The yarn is also superwash wool, so the mitts just might survive beyond the season.