Oh, I also stayed warm by knitting the base for a Carmen Miranda scarf. I have no photographic evidence because my friends have deemed my camera evil and limited my use of it.
How can I take revenge?

I know! I'll stuff them in the coal stove!

Good times.

Spinning dog into gold.

Did I mention the bootlegged soda from Mexico, the chocolate from Europe, the coffee from Guatemala and the yarn from well, all over? All we needed was a knitter/mosaicer from Canada. Yeah, it was pretty sweet. Chilly, but sweet. Sweet as in rad. Like radical, like, awesome. Yeah, it was awesome.
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