|Kevin and his bro at Knott's|
Wait, where was I? Oh yes! Pan-handling. Well, speaking of begging, my boyfriend was practically on his knees entreating me to make something that would keep his delicate fingers safe while he was slaving away in the kitchen. Yes, I like that version far better than the boring truth: namely, that he casually mentioned that it might be nice to have something that would go around the handle of the skillet, and I immediately became a blur as I rushed for my cotton yarn and crochet hooks.
|might fit more than just the boyfriend's skillet handle...|