I thought I was kidding, too...

The Rebecca wrap is speeding along, and I'm nearly finished with the main knitting. Since I'm the last person on the planet to knit this particular item, and because it was originally intended for spring/summer wear, but I'm going to be wearing it in the autumn/winter, I have lengthened the sleeves from quite short to 3/4's length. That also means there will be more of the Haze in direct contact with my skin, which is a concept that sends me into rapturous exaltations. You can see my progress for yourself. Isn't it all too exciting.
As far as other excitement in my life goes, well, there hasn't been much. The search for a new abode continues, and my patience wears thinner and thinner. I really hate waiting for other people to make decisions that affect my life. Boo hoo hoo. I'm also having to move at my work... I'm going into my fourth year of my PhD, and once you reach that point, the group that I work with takes you from your lovely airy office and shoves you in a dark, windowless hole with the rest of the fourth years. I guess the reasoning is if you have nothing to do and no one to talk to, that you will write. I think it's just another way they are trying to remove our 'will to live'.
So, I'll quit whinging, but I won't stop talking about the Haze. So, today, when I sat down in my usual knittin' place, I looked out the window and this is what I saw:


I'd like to think it has something to do with the Haze, and the comment I made about it a few posts ago. See, sometimes, knitting does make magic happen.