Does anyone else have trouble throwing away knitting mistakes? Here is a pile of various items I've knit, mostly unfinished, that I gave up on because I hated the colors or just hated knitting period. DH didn't like the blue and white Selbu glove. I don't really know why I have to hold on to this stuff (in sewing I guess they call similarly unloved items "wadders") but I guess it is because they all represent a piece of my life in some sense. Anyway, now that I have a photo I'm free to toss them.

Doesn't Jack look like he is contemplating his fat cat belly? I adore him but he is not the brightest bulb in the chandelier.