…. this is what I want my mother to knit me for Christmas. And no, she doesn’t have to, and I’ll be fine if she doesn’t.
Just remember folks, I wrote a song once in which I said, “And my heart’s an 88” and I WAS referring to the forward cannon on a Panzer. So nobody should be too surprised if I get all gooey over some artillery themed slippers.
I would be delighted to knit you a pair of Panzer slippers for Christmas or any other time, but the pattern is for crocheting and I don’t crochet. Regrets. Sad face.
Cazart! You are so accomplished I make assumptions. However, I am sure my life will continue to play out nicely without them.