Do you know what this is?

It’s the bottom of these. (My clogs, if you don’t want to click the link).

Now, admittedly, I’ve worn them almost everyday for the last year, but still. When they come out of the washer after being felted, the soles feel indestructible. They are thick, they are stiff… I just couldn’t have imagined a hole showing up through both layers.

But there it is.

So, in addition to cardigans, I now also need some clogs. Lots of me knitting in my future. Still.

A day or so ago, Olivia asked who the blue scarf was for. I said it was for me. She asked why I’m always knitting stuff for me. I felt a pang of guilt that I don’t think is necessarily warranted.

How ’bout because I know that I’ll adequately appreciate it?

That’s mean.

Because I’m a selfish knitter, Olivia, that’s why.