I whipped up a quick hat for my cousin's daughter, Addison. She's 3. Her dad is a fisherman. I had one lonely skein of fly tying yarn left, so I knit it into a slouchy beret for her.
I'm sending the hat and Izzy's outgrown wool socks to Alaska today. Miss Isabel is a little jealous of the hat. I'm not going to tell her about the socks. My family is very practical. It's fine to give cotton socks to the Salvaiton Army, but handknit wool? We hand those down.