What's on my hook, on a gray day

It is one of those cloudy, low-sky days where the rain cannot quite decide whether to commit. The kind of day that would feel like a waste if you had big plans, and feels like a small gift if you do not. I do not. So there is yarn.

On my hook right now is the Fale shawl by little m Expressions, a lacy triangle that finds a nice steady rhythm once the pattern settles into your hands. I am working it in a Hobbii cake called Honolulu, which starts in a deep navy, moves through teal, and lands in a soft sea green. Watching it shift color as the shawl grows is most of the fun. It looks like a stretch of coastline on a gray morning, which happens to match the weather outside my window.

There is something about a rainy day that gives you permission to slow all the way down. No guilt about being inside. No nagging sense that you should be doing something more productive. Just a hook, a color changing under your fingers, and the rain doing the quiet work of hushing everything else.

I am not in a hurry to finish it. That is sort of the whole point.

If it is gray where you are too, I hope you have something in your hands and nowhere you need to be.

Life's better when it's cozy.