We're going through our first warm spell of the spring/summer--highs in the 80s, lots of humidity, afternoon and evening thunderstorms.
Yet I am knitting mittens.
I found another pattern from the book that brought you my mom's fingerless gloves. And I found some yarn that hadn't made it into a box for the move. And I got to knitting.
These aren't perfect, but I love the color, and it almost makes me want the fall to come that much sooner. Almost. (It was a long winter)