Close up of a hat I crocheted about seven years ago. Local wool, hand dyed and spun. It has aged well in general, but my favorite part is how the colors have blended and softened with time. It is especially noticiable when I fold down the brim. It is a warm hat.
I've come around to my last specific direction for the year. I saved north for November thinking about cold and snow and dark nights as we approach the winter solstice. I also am thinking about northern lands as a part of my cultural heritage. Two of the most recent immigrants in my family came from Northern Italy and Finland. And so I am thinking of family.
And on that note...a more recent family member has adopted my dotty-wool blanket as hers. Which means that mending will happen sooner rather than later. She has good taste, it is a warm blanket. I like the dots even more than I thought I would, the contrast of silk and wool is wonderful.