My 2009 started out at midnight with much banging. This tradition was a lot quieter when they were two or three, and “midnight” came at 8 p.m. Every year I lose a utensil. And a little piece of my mind.
Sunset on January 1. (Cooper’s Beach, Southampton, New York.)
The light: so warm.
The air: so cold.
Don’t even think about the water temperature.
The net: so green.
My horizon: striped.
First knitting: Kiri (click links in left sidebar for English, French and — NOW!–German PDFs of this wonderful pattern). (It’s blocking now. First wire-block of 2009! Those things are going to be earning their keep this month, I tellya; I feel a powerful cashmere-shawl thing coming on.)
Happy new year.