Snow is piling up here in Minnesota, which means it's lock yourself inside and play with wool weather in the Twin Cities. The new handspun mitten prototype went out to play and admire the giant drift.
The weather predicting cat is finding this much less enjoyable, and has taken to following me around with a look of terror that the apocalypse is upon us all. This also involves trying to hide by crouching between my ankles and hugging my feet, preferably when trying to ascend the stairs.
The USPS also deserves some sort of heroism award, because this pretty little thing showed up this morning:
A Navajo churro fleece, carried to the door by our intrepid postal carrier, who was waiting for backup to arrive. Snow may have stopped his truck cold, smack dab in the middle of the road, but the wool made it through safely.