Dreaming of Mittens

With a little bit of time in front of the yarn display, I am dreaming of mittens.

You could too, if your sister knew that the place you were visiting has amazing wool. Even though sheep are not native to the country….they need them. They need them like they need a warm blanket, a thick sweater and friendships that make you laugh in spite of the wind.

Or, maybe, because of it.

it is pretty damn cold, windy and the combination of the two – means you better carry warm friends (or warm clothes) with you all the time.

Now, I am packing wool to come home, dreaming of mittens (probably fingerless hand warmers) to wear later this year and remind me of this fabulous trip, in this fabulous place, with the most fabulous fiity year olds I know.

Dawn aka Hat Girl

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