The Film Noir Experience

So, Tuesday I get up and go to school and its frighteningly cold. It would have been unfair, but hey, this is Buffalo and it is nearly November. While I was walking in the cold and the damp with some of my fellow students from one building to another we saw the first snowflake dance from the grey October sky to the ground.

Great.

I took an inventory of cold weather clothes when I got home and realized the following: I have no hats, gloves or scarves. Somehow, all of those things got left in Iowa.

Good thing I'm a knitter who just finished spinning the wool for my very own (although not in those colors) Jayne Cobb's big damn hat. *Sigh* Good thing its nearly November and I'm nearing the end of my first semester as a PhD student.

I figured the easiest thing that could be sorted out was the scarf. So, yesterday after Semantics I collected my friend Lena and we were off to the A.C. Moore (which is no Hobby Lobby) to look for yarn. I picked a skein of Patons Bohemian in Wandering Wines. (Its name is much better in French: Vins Errant. I'm using my 10 mm (US 15) sized needles, hoping that I'll just tear through it. I very well may. I also might have to go back to the store and pick up another skein.

I also picked up a couple of skeins of their new stretch sock yarn. I don't have a problem. I can quit any time I want.