(I was too busy getting kisses to take a new picture) and lots of hugs from all my favorite people. I knit and laughed and ate and stayed up two hours past my bedtime (when the alarm goes off at 5:30, bedtime is little-old-lady early.) One of the regulars told us that she'd asked her husband if they could do Valentine's Day on Saturday instead, and he said, "Sure . . . hey, wait a minute. You're just saying that so you can go to knitting." She said, "Of course! You can't just MOVE Knit Night!" (What was he thinking?) I also finished a sock toe. This pattern is making me so happy. I think I may have to marry it.
It was the best Valentine's Day ever. Thanks, Kim!