Speaking of tiny hands, it's cold enough that I need to start dressing in layers to stay warm. My wife pointed out a sweater she got for me last year that I had yet to wear. With the exception of a sweater I used to wear at work to keep from freezing to death and a really nice one a college friend gave me because he shrunk it in the wash, I've never been a fan.
This one though? It's changed my mind. Homemade sweaters must be nice, but there's something to be said about modern textile methods. This thing has yarn so small the only way it could be knitted is either A) machine or B) the tiny hands of an angel. I've been wearing it all day. I'm a convert. I now love sweaters.