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Sunday, January 11, 2009
Thrummed mittens
Fini. (Yeah, they're not officially a present from me, but I thought the kids would get a kick out of unwrapping them.)
I can't imagine anything as nice as a child getting to receive those handmade mittens, especially in today's fast-paced age where real things are ever more a rarity.
They will likely remember these mittens all their lives.
3 comments:
I can't imagine anything as nice as a child getting to receive those handmade mittens, especially in today's fast-paced age where real things are ever more a rarity.
They will likely remember these mittens all their lives.
:) (Apparently they'll be kept in a keepsake box after they're outgrown/worn out.)
wow your done them already... they look so warm and cozy... I love thrummed mitts.
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