Readers may find it beggars belief, but these same hands knit both of these mittens. Sadly, the perfect mitten was the first ‘knitten’. It took me all of twenty-four hours under the watchful eye of my expert Nanny S. in Newfoundland. Clearly, I was able to channel the skill of my Newfoundland Foremothers on this one, not to mention ask my grandmother every step of the way what I should do next. No pattern by the way – just frequent trying-ons.
The second mitten, after returning to the Big Smoke, took over a month of dithering and was completed finally on the inaugural Friday Night Knitting Club just held here. It looks like it was made more for an Alien than human hand. What may not be clear are what look like several pairs of tiny vampire teethmarks, scattered around the second, deeply flawed mitt.
Along with living in infamy on the internet, this pair may be headed straight for a glassed-in frame on the wall where they can be preserved for posterity. For now, I am still a Newfie Princess in training.
3 thoughts on “My First Mittens”
Hey, I think it's great you are doing it. With practice, I'm sure you'll be able to duplicate the success of your first mitten. The second one has character. 🙂
Those mittens belong in a museum! I love them.
Thanks Stacy and Tara! The Grinchy look of the thing has resulted in a few requests for pairs 'EXACTLY' like that from family members. I guess my skills can remain inconsistent and sub-par for awhile as I strive to duplicate the success of my ugly second mitten to the immoderate and ironic adulation of my friends and family.