Last Kiss of Summer

In spite of the fact that I'm a Summer baby (born on the Summer Solstice), I favor an Indian Summer to the sweatiness and stickiness of Summer. Indian Summer has a touch of Autumnal promise -- a light cardigan or wrap in the mornings and the evenings.

No matter that the stores have already made way for cold weather fashions, or that Snickers has been helping with the pressing and blocking of Grace, I could not resist being lured in by the siren call of Teva Durham's Ballet Top.

I'm not sure if it was the subtle slinkiness of the Ballet Top, the promise of a gorgeous day, or perhaps a combination of the two; but some magic was afoot yesterday when Joe announced that he was going to spend the day with me. It was rather surprising, as Joe is far more driven and motivated when it comes to work than I ever was -- or ever could be.

Soon enough, the green grass will be a memory beneath the knee-deep snow, and I will be forced to parade around in dark tones, thick tights, and snowboots. But, until then, my sweatheart and I are celebrating the final days of the season in bright colors, short sleeves, and with great abandon.

Edited to add: For those of you wondering about the strange sizing listed in the pattern, I made the Women's Small, using the suggested yarn, Lamb's Pride Cotton Fleece, doubled. I'm a 34-36B.