Warm, wooly knits, on the other hand, can be gifts that keep on giving after the exchange of presents has been completed. I asked for underwear this year, because it's something I can use everyday. But chances are that I will forget to remember who gave it to me each time I wear it. (And yes, I'm figuring underwear is probably a given; Mom doesn't pass up an opportunity to clothe her kids.) But the pair of boxers that I knit are super special; I love wearing them, and if my mother had knit them, I bet I'd think of her every time I selected them. Hand-knitted stuff just has that kind of presence. At least in my mind. (So if you want me to think of you, knit me some shorts.)
I think my recent Marr Haven knit is largely to blame for this gushy sentimentality. Yum again.