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As it is in yarn, so it is in life. Honestly, my head’s been all over the place this past week, and so has my knitting/crochet. One minute I’m tinkering in the undergrowth in the garden of that crochet project, the next minute I’m wondering what sort of mittens to knit for the twinnage because I made the mistake of buying them some gloves with fingers which turns out to be more fiddly hassle than any self-respecting five-year-old round here is willing to tolerate. When I was a child, I viewed mittens as the poor relation of gloves, but my good friend Selma at EclecticHomeLife has pointed out that your hands will be warmer when your fingers are all cosily nestled together in one place, and frankly I’m happy to trust the word of a woman of Norwegian heritage when it comes to cold-weather-wear.
Anyway, due to the urgency of the situation, I’m whipping up some plain and simple mitts in childproof Stylecraft Special DK. Each one of the four will be a different colour because, well, matching gloves has so been done before.
Maybe it’s the season that’s making me so inconstant. Pesky weather can’t make its mind up. One minute I’m off for a run in this:-
And the next day I’m out in this:-
Folks in the eastern US, whilst I sincerely hope you’re warm and dry, I can’t help a little jealousy that your clouds are doing winter properly, whereas our clouds just think it’s hilarious to dump bucket after bucket of cold rain on our heads. Ha bloomin’ ha. I haven’t dared go down to the cellar lately to check whether it’s flooded at the moment. (Did I tell you about the time – and stop me if I did – when the Stoic Spouse went down there without putting the light on first? It was after a period of extreme rain. I heard the following as he plodded down the steps: stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, SPLASH, “Aaaaaaaaargh!” Honestly I was sympathetic, I really was, but his unwitting comic timing was just too perfect.)
And if the yarnery has been all over the place, then so has my head in real life. It’s been a strange time, what with moving back into the third of our ward at work that wasn’t burned/melted in the fire, whilst juggling everything else that’s going on.
Do you find the same thing? That when your head’s all over the place, your knitting/crochet is too?
Anyway, before I leave you to get back to your knitting/crochet, I just wanted to show you a rather gorgeous someone whom I met the other day when out and about with the twinnage. How beautiful? Couldn’t you almost knit that fluff?