I'm sick. The only thing that kept me from staying in bed feeling all bleh and sorry for myself was the weather (and work if I'm being totally truthful). Spring has finally arrived and it was beautiful today. No mitts beautiful. Wash the snowpants and pack them away not to emerge until next December beautiful. Everyone just seemed happier weather.
Even though I'm feeling icky, I finished Charlotte last night. Here she is modelled by me--an elegant shawl to compliment my pj's. I think my Memere will love it. It seems a bit strange knitting for my grandmother--a non-knitter--but I like how it troubles our ideas about what both academic types and grandmothers should be doing.
And, I figured out where I left off on Sophie and got to the armhole shaping on the back--nothing worth photographing though. I probably won't knit much tonight because I'm going to attempt to be sensible and get to bed right after the kids. I'm not usually this sensible, but I want to feel better so I can enjoy every minute of this lovely weather.