Me and my daughter were stuck in my mothers cottage. We made all preparations necessary for surviving the blizzard, and settled inside this tiny, cosy little cottage. But I must have been kind of skittish. I had just finished the "vintage" scarf. All I had in my bag was a skein of blue mohair (Vivaldi) and two pairs of circular needles in different sizes. I cast on and listened to the howling of the wind as the night set in.