All I'm going to say about this post is 'brace yourself'.
A few weeks back I found this craziness in a charity shop:
It was inside a plastic bag filled with an old collection of dressmaking and knitting patterns and, up until the moment I found this particular delight, I'd been leafing through the collection, respectfully.
Before the startling discovery of knitted masks [!!] I'd actually been quite moved at the thought of how the pattern collection had gotten to be there.
Who had lovingly saved them over the years? What happened to them?
Was there no one in their family who wanted to keep them?
How many could I feasibly take home with me?
But, call me heartless [or actually it might be just how life should be] but, after seeing this little guy ...
... I began stifling a giggle [I felt obliged not to laugh out loud as there were other people in the room].
Then I had to look away before I burst.
I know nothing of knitting [apart from the fact that no-one ever knew how to teach it to a left-hander!] so if I read about 'Tension' ...
... all I can think of is the eyes of the young model beneath this particularly special headwear:
While battling with the giggles, I nudged James and showed him.
And then so did I. And I couldn't stop.
So I sent him to the till to ask how much it [and 4 other patterns I fell in love with] would cost.
Turns out that 50p buys a whole barrel of joy round here.
I truly hope the original owner got as much pleasure from them ... even if the little boy who she knitted them for was not so amused!
Thanks for reading me today. I hope their little masked faces brought a smile to yours!