Blizzard of '78

When I was in college in Indiana, there was a terrible blizzard that caused the schools to be closed for several weeks. 

I had no project to crochet and felt cabin fever sorely.  I decided to walk across the street to the Ben Franklin store while the blizzard raged.  My "suite mates" (dorm-mates) were quite upset by this proposal.  I told them it wasn't negotiable.

"You'll die out there in this storm!" they bemoaned.

"If I don't go get some yarn to work with, I'll make all of you crazy and you'll KILL me!" was my response.

I remember most the knee-deep snow that I trudged through.  It never occurred to me that that store might be closed.  Miraculously, it wasn't.

I crocheted a fuzzy dog with that yarn------and was so content to work on it while the storm continued to rage.  My classmates concurred that I was more pleasant to be around if my hands were busy.

I don't know what happened to that dog but the memory of getting that yarn has cropped up each time I face a winter storm (again, in Indiana).

Need I state that I am NEVER without a dozen projects I can work on if I am cabin-bound??
These short-sleeved sweaters were worked on during this recent storm----with six more made, to boot.  My Bleuettes are happy with the results.