Our friend Aaron (different than the one I knit the burp/dishcloths for) drove down from Oregon to help with our boat Tess. To thank him, I offered to knit something. I had a feeling he wanted some slippers cuz he’d been leaving his DNA (in the form of drool) all over mine ever since he got here. Yippee! Another excuse to buy yarn that Hubbo can’t bitch about!