Perfection-a photo essay

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Norwegian Mitten pattern book from the library...
 Plus two skeins of purple yarn and #2 needles...
Plus a 5 pack of orange peeps...
Equals the PERFECT EASTER WEEKEND! Hope yours is perfect too!
♥Happy Easter!!!♥

Comments

DPUTiger said…
I was with you until I saw the Peeps. Not my thing.

Although I did work with a coach who insisted that Peeps were best stale. Double-ewww. Of course, Necco Wafers were her favorite candy, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised :)
10:40 PM
Kathy Kathy Kathy said…
Thanks for letting us peep in on you!
2:39 AM
dale-harriet said…
Indeed, perfect! Onliest thing that will enhance it all: visiting with favorite hoggenbloggers, which I mean to do!

(My "word" is "ecophyt"....someone new to 'living green', perhaps?)
12:09 PM
terri browne said…
I love the library! Isn't it getting too warm for mittens??? :)
6:21 PM
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