It was a bad year for mittens.

May 3, 2011 Comments Off on It was a bad year for mittens.

It is cold today and I want to put something on my hands. But I have nothing. In January I left my amazingly warm fur-and-fleece-lined mittens at Dotty Dumpling’s Dowry (I think). This loss still makes me want to cry. And, as described elsewhere, Simon threw away my nice little gloves in New Zealand. My poor hands are cold and they want someone to blame. How about god?

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