and trying to balance the factt that I am running late with the fact that despite the heater running full blast, every time I start to put on speed the windshield starts to ice over....
and I'm watching the ice crystals spear their way across my field of vision....
and the sub-space continuim hyper-ganglionic y-space communication kicks in and a shawl design starts writing itself in my mind, doodling itself across the void like the ice crystals across my windshield in semi-random array of fibonacci numbers....
So - what comes of this?
'Frosted' - two versions written up in the pattern; though you could use the charts for many other shape variations on square or circular.
The pattern purports to be a snowflake, with the arms and spacing at fibonacci intervals and lengths.
I'd guess 1500 hundred yardss of fingering on 5 mm needles.