guess I’ll make another pair

OK I guess this is cosmic karma telling me I should have planned to knit two pair of these right from the start. I had thought about it. Or maybe the mittens really wanted to be two pair. Or maybe it’s just a testament to my own stupidity. Anyhow, the anti-humdrum mittens I had planned to knit somehow, in the thick of knitting, turned out to be two right-hand mittens.

white witch purple mittswhite witch purple mitts inside


I suppose it should give me some comfort to know that the yarn harlot herself has done something like this. She sums up the choices rather well, I thought:

After sitting in stunned silence for the required amount of time, I have, after careful consideration accepted these three choices. You may choose.

1. Unravel the thumb on one of the mittens, graft the thumbhole closed in some sort of insane fair-isle grafting feat that will certainly involve hard liquor and curse words, then snip the threads where the thumb *should* be, unravel that part of the row, pick up the stitches and re-knit the thumb in it’s new and exciting location.

2. Knit a third mitten…one for the left hand.


3. Go into the backyard and begin heaping up snow until I have a pile at least 4 feet tall. Compact this snow into a firm heap and begin the tedious process of digging out a wee channel that will lead to a small interior room in the snow mountain. Then I will retrieve the mittens from the living room and take them out to the snow house, where I will remain until spring, lighting a small fire to warm myself while I drink myself stupid on screech, eat chocolate and use my very sharpest black handled scissors to snip the mittens into a thousand tiny little pieces that I will feed to the fire while aggressively and incoherently cursing my stupidity , sucking on icicles and trying to think of a reason to go on.

It should comfort me, right? But I’m still kicking myself. Eh well, plenty of winter left. Off to knit another. That cardi, and the mother of all mittens I was planning, are just going to have to wait.


Woolies united

Had a lovely time at the LYS (Wool and Company) last evening. They said it was the largest gathering of Woolies they’d had for knitting with company. There were probably 15 of us, including several men. One guy was doing a black/white double-knitted argyle scarf that was just, well, gorgeous. Another yarnie bewitched my friend Kaylyn with some Classic Elite Wool Bam Boo – one she saw it I could tell all was lost. I escaped the lovely drape, glittering sheen and even stitch definition of it’s siren song only by knowing that if I took some home, I’d end up with yet another UFO.

Egyptian mittens
My current project, gyp mitts, are coming along nicely. Can’t wait to finish, tho. I’ve gotten my No More Humdrum Mittens swap partner assignment, and I’m anxious to get started on a pattern for her. I think I know just the thing…

Mitten #1: Chevalier rouge

The New Year brought me mittens (red, how appropriate for the New Year), yay! And strep. Boo, hiss. But at least the mittens are done.

I’m setting a personal goal of 12 pairs of mittens/gloves this year. And although I started these at the end of last year, I’m going to count them because a certain other project I was supposed to have finished last year needs some attention.

chevalier rouge

Someone’s been good

Santa’s helper is bringing another hat to a very special someone.

Santa Hearts Chicabean