I've said it before, and I'll say it again:

Any day when I can wear one of my handknits is a good day

Today is the debut of the Lightning-Bolt Sweater (ummm...Winter '01 IK, I think. I know it was Interweave but don't remember the issue for sure). It was knit in auburn colored Emu DK Superwash. I am quite proud of it, even though no one has commented on it yet.

this is the first day this fall that has been cool enough to make wearing a wool sweater feasable.

I also left the house this morning wearing my little Katia Folk roll-brimmed cloche hat and the copper-colored Fun Fur scarf (which is more psychologically warming than physiologically warming). I caught a look at myself in my dining room mirror as I headed out the door - I grinned at myself and said "You look like a demented flapper." Well, I do. Long pullover sweater (popular in the 20s), Mary-Jane-esque suede shoes, dropped-waist looking skirt (longer, I admit, than any respectable flapper would have worn), my anachronistic looking little oval-framed eyeglasses, and then the hat and scarf.

It made me happy. I look good in cloche-type hats. I need more cloche-type hats.

And a link: I know I posted this before but it's so good and so many things on it are so true, I have to post it again: 51 Life Truisms.

I very strongly believe in #34, "Every act of love adds to the balance of love in the world." It is one of the things that keeps me going in light of what I hear on the news or sometimes see my fellow humans doing - because I feel like, that small bit of kindness I show to a student, or the card I send to someone who's going through a tough time, the kind word, the $5 dropped in the Salvation Army kettle, whatever, on some cosmic scale works a tiny little bit towards undoing the bad stuff in the universe.