I keep giving away everything I knit. A pair of mitts I finished last winter right before my brother's birthday (ok, mine too; we're twins) ended up becoming his present. I made a fantastic hat this December that ended up being too perfect for my dad to not give it to him for Christmas.
Another hat went to Erin. A pair of socks went to Henry (who hasn't worn them yet). A scarf knit with yarn spun by my sister went to my mum.
I'm trying again with a pair of socks. They're grey and brown. You can't have them.