One a day, plus iron

I mentioned here a while ago that I had made knitted potholders for my friend Lala whereupon my mom was all Me Likey, WHERE ARE MINE??. *sigh* So I made her some. I'd actually been in the process of making them before she'd gotten all demand-y but now she's going to think that demanding is how shit gets done 'round here. Er. No.

( But about these knitted potholders... why? how? )