I put my long-planned Christmas jumper on hold to work on a blanket for boyfriend, all six foot four inches of him. It's taken a while, not least because the pattern recommended a discontinued wool dyed in Chile that was nigh-on impossible to find. I ended up having to import various balls from across the United States. It's in varying shades of browns up to golden oranges through to red. Not in stripes, but with each colour gradually brought in. (I shall photograph it properly, once it's done.) Knitting from underneath it, I'm beginning to feel like I'm being burnt alive.
It's making me want to buy some of these to go with it.
I'd phone him up and start my conversation with "I speak to thee from beneath the bonfire."