Kittens

In the continuing story of pants, we found the missing pair under the chair where a certain Mr. Someone's bag was sitting when he first got to Grandma's house.  Sigh.  We did get another pair though so no matter what happens, we are golden.

While the kiddies were chasing each other at a food play place, I ripped back the cowl/hood  to the line where I had separated to knit two layers.  I picked it all up and put it back together again and feels exactly right.  

It is so soft, so luxurious, it feels like knitting kittens, teeny tiny soft baby kittens.