Giddy With Joy

I finally got the chance to get together with R and give her the Ice Queen cowl I knit for her.



I got the impression she likes it.

While waiting for the bus, she happened to notice a funny spot:

Uh... apparently the TV was really good at that point, or dinner or a phone call distracted me. Whoops. A rogue picot. All good handknits should have some "character", right? Isn't there some middle-eastern rule about not being perfect?