At last, a true layer of snow on the ground. There is something so warm and fuzzy about making fresh footprints with my boots in virgin snow. Well, warm and fuzzy for my feet that are enveloped in fur and warmness in my boots. My fingers were another story. If only my hands weren’t so stinking big I could make myself pockets big enough for more than my thumb. But alas, we all have our insecurities and things we wish we could change. I won’t even get going on the abnormally large size of my head. Atop my oversized head however, I am proud to debut my hat, which is one of many wool felt hats I have been experimenting with making. Perfect for tiny snowflakes to cling to!