That leaf is just ridiculously fetching somehow. It’s all of 50 stitches (if that), yet it totally thrills me. Apparently I am easily entertained. I’m not sure this speaks well of my ability to count as a fully functional adult with good taste and reasonably good sense, but I’m also not sure I care.
Now if only it would warm up to the point where those mitts could actually be worn outside…right now heavier armaments are called for.