WHY ARE YOUR HANDS ON BITS OF STRING, CHILD?

For St Nicholas' Day, I am making my mother a pair of wee Christmas ornament mittens. (Or 'glubs,' as I tend to think of them.) There may be a bobble hat to match later.



(All other Christmas gifts continue on apace, though I have had an unutterably brilliant idea for one of my brothers, and so the Retro Socks may get shunted to the back of the queue.)