I've grown accustomed

I've grown
accustomed to her lace
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed
to the tune
she whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns,
her ups and downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in

I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet

I've grown accustomed to her nupps, accustomed to her style


Accustomed to her lace

The body of the stole is complete. All nupps are done. Now all that remains (she said so offhandedly) is picking up 800+ stitches around the full perimeter and knitting the edging outward. Whew! That required another, longer needle. And a good excuse to visit the new digs of a not-so-local LYS.