I Miter, Mite Not... ha ha, get it?

Miters are all the rage. I was so enthusiastic about them a couple of days ago. Now on my 8th one, I'm losing steam. I'm trying to use up all my random leftovers of Nature Spun wool. I'd guess I'm about 3 blocks away from having used up that stash. My wrists hurt from the straight needles, I think.

Murray approves in the only way he knows how... by rolling on them, sitting on them, and then, as a final seal of approval, cleaning his heinie on top of them. Ew.

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