Second Mitten is looking pretty cheerful compared to Dismal Chives and No-Longer-Optimistic Primrose.
I honestly couldn’t tell you why I’m knitting these, or why I continue to knit them. I don’t want or need a pair of stranded mittens.
I have to confess, I hate mittens. It’s a deep-seated loathing, dating back from the days before I Moved South. And now I get bitter and petulant on those few days a year when it has the temerity to snow, don’t I?
And yet, I knit on…