I don't generally fall prey to the cozy craze.  My teapot goes about scandalously unclothed, as does my toilet paper, my coffee cup, and a surprisingly number of other things in this house.  I've not yet suffered any noticeable ill effects from this tendency to dishabille, but then I like to live dangerously. Which is why I was rather surprised when I found myself knitting a wrapper (perhaps if I call it that it won't seem so cozy-like) for a friend's french press.  But it seems their coffee sometimes gets cold before they finish it, and they were amused by [...]