According to the little weather gizmo on my shelf, it’s 14 degrees outside. This is an entirely insufficient number of degrees. I do not love you enough to go outside in that, much less to drag poor Verity out to stand in the snow (even if I would drape her in wool first). So instead you’re getting a picture of this taken in my office.
Now you’ll note my office has dark red walls (um, also books, books and hand forms and jars of needles). And you may also have noticed that it’s January, and the yarn is dark. So trust me when I say you’re likely losing something in translation. But even so, I think this turned into a rather lovely little thing if I do say so myself.