Light Reading

Where time stands still

This morning after delivering everyone where they needed to go, I dropped by the newly opened Mosaic yarn store. Whenever I get around great yarn and other knitters, time seems to stand still, or perhaps it simply vanishes altogether.

It was a bit chilly this morning, so of course I threw on the capelet on the way out the door, and by the time I left the yarn shop, I had made a sale of the pattern, and received a request to publish it for sale so it could be featured in the shop.

Now I have to go about making a formal pattern of it, complete with pictures and a link for downloads-for-sale. There are worse problems to have.