I don’t tend to do a lot in yellow or black, but by coincidence both the hat I crocheted last week and the scarf I’m now knitting are in those colors.
The hat was a present for my nephew.
And the scarf is for me.
The scarf has a story. It turns out four members of one of my writing groups are all in different Hogwarts houses (according to Pottermore). Back in elementary school and junior high I liked to think I was a Gryffindor, in high school I prided myself on being a Ravenclaw, but I have recently come to accept and embrace that I really have been a Hufflepuff all along. If you will, I’ve come out of the Hufflepuff closet.
On an unrelated note, Featherfolk is gliding along!
Happy Yarning.
All Kinds of Yarns 
That hat is adorable! Your nephew must love it. It took me just a second looking at the first picture to realize it wasn’t just a smile, it was a lego man. Good luck on your Hufflepuff scarf. I’ve never met an unhappy Hufflepuff, so I can’t imagine why people act like there is a cloest to come out of 🙂
Also, I’m back in town, so looking forward to seeing you, maybe next week at game night?
Can’t wait!
Hm… I’m pretty sure Leigh is Slytherin, and I think I’m Ravenclaw (at least, I am according to Pottermore), so we either need to go find a Gryffindor or just ignore them in our group.