we wouldn’t have to eat kraft dinner (but we would)

Belatedly, I suppose I should wish everyone a happy Real* Thanksgiving. I spent mine with my family, in Calgary, which was lovely – except for the fact that it was an absolutely ridiculous and completely unseasonable -13C outside. (That’s 9 degrees F.) I saw this coming, having checked the forecast before I left, so I made sure to pack my coat and a hat and a scarf and my mittens.

The mittens, of course, being the lovely purple ones that I made last month. I put them on in -13, and promptly realized that they were defective. Or, at least, completely inadequate for actual winter conditions, such as cold. (Now that I’m back in Ontario, I’m discovering that they are, in fact, wonderful for autumn.) However, I realize that I’m going to need real mittens for winter. Serious mittens, the kind that will keep my hands warm in the face of pretty much anything. The burly, stoic lumberjacks of the handknit mitten world.

Don’t worry. I’m on the case.

*that is, Canadian.

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