The second pair of fingerless Manos mitts:
A Caryl's Kerchief in KPPPM for the godmother:
Our nice time in Carolina incuded visits with several friends as well as Mom, and consumption of many sweets. The Wee C is eager to begin dance lessons now that Santa's brought her ballet slippers and tap shoes (the ultra-surprise guitar's still MIA ~ if it shows, it'll keep till her birthday). He brought me a shiny new blender in which we made our first milkshake tonight. The adventurous Hondo snuck out Wednesday morning for a three-hour tour of God-knows-where, but returned before we had to make him walk a few hundred miles home. Between the great escape and the broken lamp (just the wooden base ~ I should've done a cat-proofing sweep and removed the upended xmas-tree box from the living room), our kitties are no longer welcome Chez Mom. By next year, though, I'll probably know a neighbor well enough to solicit cat coverage for a shorter stay ~
Yeah, it's a lot cozier here by the heat vent!