There’s something comforting about working with wool that it is so woolly, you can feel the lanolin on your hands.

Tolkien House Socks.

I don’t like to be dramatic, but sometimes I feel very much like Merry. Just a little out of place—a little different from everyone—and the only alternative to being overtaken by Black Riders is go through the forest. The mysterious, half-familar BrandyBuck forest…

Thank goodness for wool.