Once, long ago, I took a weekend trip. It was cold, so I made a hat. I had a tiny bit of yarn left, so I made some very very wee cuffs to go with it. Then, as is the way with knitted things, I wore the heck out of them. They’ve been used for four winters, and they are showing some serious signs of wear.
But, this isn’t all bad. I’ve been having great fun reworking and re-releasing old patterns. I’ve always wanted the mitts to be a bit taller, and I’ve been feeling the need for a hat with a lovely folded up brim. Throw in just the right yarn, and an upcoming car trip, and I feel a hat coming on. Again.