How’s that for a title?
My Gramma knitted me some awesome slippers years ago. I haven’t worn them often because I didn’t want to wear them out, but lately I’ve been pretty partial to them. Today, I blew the toe out of them. Sad, right? I mean, I can fix them, but it still signifies the beginning of the end for the slipper. Actually, there’s a few areas in need of some thread strengthening. Perhaps my Mum will mention this to Gramma the next time they talk and there will be a new pair of comfy slippers for me under the tree this year.