All of my friends have been making the most gorgeous knitted things; Tini has her delightfully intricate socks, Karin her wristlets extraordinaire. I am one giant jealous lump! Waaa! I wish I had the time to knit something! I'm too busy with my friggin' taxes, work, etc. So to appease my envious ego, I got out the first pair of finglerless gloves I ever knit. They were made sometime in 1993, and I wasn't clever enough to know how to finish the fingertips, so I just made fingerless gloves. I experiemented with fairisle and made up patterns like a crazy fool. The yarn came from an autumn trip to Asheville, North Carolina, where my mom and I watched the leaves turn vivid reds and crimsons. Many of the yarns were picked because they were the colors present in the trees and Blue Ridge mountains.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Gloves and taxes
All of my friends have been making the most gorgeous knitted things; Tini has her delightfully intricate socks, Karin her wristlets extraordinaire. I am one giant jealous lump! Waaa! I wish I had the time to knit something! I'm too busy with my friggin' taxes, work, etc. So to appease my envious ego, I got out the first pair of finglerless gloves I ever knit. They were made sometime in 1993, and I wasn't clever enough to know how to finish the fingertips, so I just made fingerless gloves. I experiemented with fairisle and made up patterns like a crazy fool. The yarn came from an autumn trip to Asheville, North Carolina, where my mom and I watched the leaves turn vivid reds and crimsons. Many of the yarns were picked because they were the colors present in the trees and Blue Ridge mountains.
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