Is it a good sign or a bad sign that I kept seeing this out of the corner of my eye and reaching out to pick it up and take a drink? Like more than once. Significantly more than once. And no, the world absolutely does not need knitted marshmallows. I would never try and tell anyone it did. But somehow I find my day is made better by the knowledge of their existence. I suspect one or two of you may feel the same. And, while I cannot quite bring myself to actually put a pattern for these up [...]

I dunno about your grocery store, but my grocery store occasionally has those GIANT marshmallows, the ones that are nearly the size of a toddler's fist. And they always seem like a good idea, but they are, in reality, nearly impossible to toast evenly and more than a little challenging to actually incorporate into a hot chocolate based concoctions. The knitted equivalent, however, seems ever so much more manageable. Or at least less sticky. I have a plan for these. I'm not saying it's a good plan mind you, but it is an amusing plan. I quietly suggest making sure you're on [...]

There is, I regret to inform you, literally nothing preventing you from waking up one morning and deciding 'I must knit an entire bag full of marshmallows before I can know peace in this world.' Nothing save your good sense and sense of restraint. And we all know I'm not overly blessed with either of those. Which is how I find myself surrounded by a small but growing pile of knitted marshmallows. Send help. Or toasting forks.