Case in point—
Melissa and I drove by these the other day. A beautiful pair of striped, fingerless mitts with carefully worked thumbs, sitting on top of someone’s car along a busy street.
If you are the knitter who made these as a gift, you may want to consider something store-bought next year.
Your outrage is palpable. And understood.
Poor mitts.I hope they were rescued.
Wow, right up there and brightly waving their colors. Sheesh. I am glad I don’t recognize them. lol