So I’m knitting a blanket for my boyfriend’s soon-to-be sister in law. Is that terribly ambitious? I wouldn’t do something so … involved … if it weren’t for the fact that they are getting married in March. I hate March. So very much. Knitting this blanket gives me an excuse to sit inside and watch Netflix and by grumpy instead of interacting with other humans.
I am a terrible person in March — have you noticed that? I blame it on the weather where we grew up. In Northern California, the winters are cold and damp, but they’re over by the end of February. The way I describe it is: If you have to wear tights with your Easter dress, the weather has failed you. Here on the East Coast, we’re lucky if it’s not snowing on Easter. In March it seems like winter is dragging on and on and on, ad infinitum. January and February are cozy — the weather’s finally wintry and we can all enjoy fireplaces and snow and hot chocolate and stuff. But then right when you’re ready for winter to be over, March rolls around. I hate March.
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