Pilot Out

I know that I'm going to sound like an extraordinary wimp, but it's 65 degrees in our apartment and our heater's pilot is out. Poor Elliott's hands and ears are like ice. I called the gas company and they can't come light the pilot until Thursday-- Brrrrrr...

I know. Some of you have snow. But as a native Southern Californian, I am not made of the right stuff to tolerate this. I suspect Elliott is not either.

But it is a good reason to bring out the hand knits! Elliott's grandma knit him this:

It finally fits!

It's the Provence Baby Sweater by Cecily Glowik MacDonald. So cute!