The homestretch of the soft basket. About 70 degrees outside, crickets and birds singing, golden leaves a'swirling, the dogs rumbling (really just playing but we call it rumbling), and a cup of tea. It was something.
A nice little basket. This yarn, Blue Sky Alpacas worsted cotton, is such a pleasure to knit, I'm sort of sad to be finished. But only sad until I start thinking about my next knitting project, and then it's back to happy again. Just enough mania to keep things interesting, you know.