So I went to have a look. It turns out that it was the most rare and elusive Angora Man 1.0! We haven’t seen him in, like, a year and a half. He looked the same as ever: shuffling, mumbling, sporting a massive combover, and wearing the original women’s white angora jumper that he’d had on when I met him. I asked him what had happened to the one we knit him. “It was too big,” he mumbled, “so I sold it.” And now he wants another one knitted. So that’s another $700 sale… All in a day’s work at Sydney’s #1 Fluffy Emporium.