One thing I had forgotten about being on the east coast was the whole "sometimes winter snows you in" deal. The day before I came here, I hiked Mount Lee in shorts and gold boots. The day after I got here, most of a foot of snow fell on us.
My mom taught me to crochet when I was in elementary or middle school, and I thought it would be fun to pick it back up again. Yarn and hooks can be fairly inexpensive, and I can make things that are actually useful.
So yarn happened. And then beads happened, because I rarely resist a chance to sparkle something up. And of course as soon as I started to make good progress on a fluffy, warm scarf . . . spring happened.