mindless knitting

While recovering from THE PLAGUE, my Peacock was way more than I could get my head around.

So I broke out the cotton and knit a stack o'dishcloths.

My daughter tells me Dave has no washcloths or dishcloths

and their dad brings his own when he visits.

Well, now, Dave will have a bunch of them.

If I ever get around to sewing in all those ends.