Whistle while you work . . .

A friend I work with recently commented on how well I whistle, and since then I can't seem to stop, especially on the drive home. How strange I must look, whistling my little heart out while driving!



My "Smudge" has arrived, which means, of course, that I stayed up until two last night getting acquainted with Snow White and the tubular cast-on. After a few attempts, she's flying off the needles now. The pattern and the yarn are delicious, so I don't expect to get much else done in the next few days!