wool, glorious wool
Look! I remembered to take a photo of the mitts I made for Foster before they became filthy and soaked. It was close, though; he was on his way out when I screeched, “WAIT!”
When I think of all the knitwear I’ve doled out over the years without ever thinking to take a photo first…sigh. Oh well.
And look again!
Bonus shot of his new hat. I’m finally learning.