I was able to wall off a few hours on Wednesday night and get some knitting done on the second mitten.
As I near the completion point, I become increasingly annoyed at my inability to find them a loving home. Part of the problem is that they’re an odd size. They fit my hands . . . → Read More: The Fancymittens In Question
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 . . . → Read More: Mittenesque