Look, I’ve stopped fighting it. When I get the urge to knit something tiny and likely ridiculous, I pretty much just do it.
Which is how I found myself, while recovering from what I fear was the flu, fiddling about with little bits of yarn, knitting envelopes.
Because sure, why not.
How could that possibly go wrong.
I’ll need you to remind me of that when I’m embroidering stamps and addresses on the blasted things in a day or two, mkay?