We celebrated one month of long-distance married bliss by moving all manner of hand-me-down furniture into our home in a topsy-turvy fashion. Immediately afterwards, Pete rushed me to the train, and, in my haste, I didn't even kiss him goodbye.
So to atone for that transgression, I bought two skeins of deep grey wool and a knitting booklet called Family Felting. It includes the pattern for a manly pair of moccasins just like the ragtag store-bought ones that are always falling off his feet. And I cast on and started knitting, trusting that the strangely shaped stuff that resulted would take the shape of a slipper eventually....Cross your fingers.