Not a lot of people feel like pranks lately. There are things to laugh at if you look for them and it is better than crying.

More people are getting back into “making”, especially during Covid. The fact that the cost of knitware has gone through the roof helped to boost the effort. My Mom and all of her side did needle work and our Aunt Doe did petit point “rugs” for doll houses. They believed that “idle hands are the devil’s play ground” and kept busy.

Little kids in pompom hats is always worth a smile.

My current pile of yarn is mostly blue and yellow for some reason; probably from watching the footage of Ukrainian refugees. Most of the people wear some kind of watch cap and the children (so their mothers can find them in the crowds) wear hats with either two small “bear ear” pompoms or huge ones the size of their little heads, usually in princess pink. There was one shot of a train station with a sea of people containing another sea, about waist-high, of pink pompom hats.

I cried, then I laughed and started knitting.