Though I possess a single eye, I neither wink nor look nearby. Instead I help with cloth and thread, mending tears where they have spread.

When your vision is fuzzy, you should use these.

I wear a tiny hat but have no head, I protect your finger from needle and thread. I have many dimples but I never smile, Keeping you safe from sharp points all the while. What am I?

Soft and sliced, I rise in the oven. Add butter, jam, or make a sandwich.

in cold dawn air i guard your skin and hold your warmth close as wind begins to bite hard i travel with you through rain and snow yet rest upon your shoulders like a quiet shield i do not open like doors but wrap instead around your form to keep the chill away i am worn by many yet owned by one and i carry pockets secrets and stories within my seams when days grow warmer i fade from sight yet linger near awaiting colder times to serve again i may be light or heavy plain or grand but always faithful in my quiet duty against the cold sometimes adorned with buttons zippers or hoods i change my face yet keep my purpose true what am i that hugs you tight without a heartbeat and stands between your warmth and winter air