Hat and Mittens

  On the way to Wisconsin, in the van, I made these mittens and hat for Benny:

The mittens turned out dreadfully misshapen, with enormous thumbs. At least there were two of them this time. And yes, I mishandled the yarn end and accidentally threaded the white part through the brown part.

So the hat has a little yarn worm infestation.

Do not use yarn mittens for playing in the snow. He bravely persevered as the lousy things became clotted with ice and completely soaking wet. Okay, these are for style, not utility.

I didn't ask him why the snowman had four segments, instead of the traditional three. I assume it was something along the lines of "This one goes to eleven."

I kind of wish it would snow here. I violently hate snow and cold weather and categorically reject outerwear. I calmly made it through our trip to the north country in only a cardigan, and my Uggs, natch. My dearest wish is that global warming will make winter more balmy -- the balmier the better. But for Benny's sake, I could handle a little snow. Where else, except on Lost, does happiness fall from the sky in clumps?