It's getting cold out, so I wondered if anyone would like some of these. I think I made too many, but I didn't really want to stop even though it was warm when I was doing so. You never do know when you're going to need something, after all.
[The book is moved again, with rustling and page crinkling, and this time it shows off a small mountain of different colored yarn, heaped under a small folding table with a knitting basket on top of it. (yes, picture is an exaggeration, but it gets the point across.)]
I do have more yarn if anyone would like a different pattern. It would be very inconvenient for anyone to get sick now, I would think; the flitterbys might decide to cut their hair off while they were distracted.