The door to the sitting room in the cottage swings shut all by itself in a rather spooky manner. So I've replaced the wodge of newspaper which was keeping it open with this little chap. He's knitted, but not by me. The scarf was started a while back then put aside while I made Christmas presents; I finished it yesterday, watching Chocolat.
I didn't thread 440 beads as the pattern required, just let the metallic thread do its stuff. The edges looked dull so I finished them off with a crochet border. The colour in that photo is nothing like but this
is fairly accurate. I wished I'd done the whole thing in pattern rather than all that tedious stocking stitch. It's still just what one needs for the raw start we're getting to the year.