I need to get a new schtick, because this shit is getting old. Not that I don't like what I'm making, but I'm starting to feel like a freak with a one track mind: fingerless mitts. And yet I can't. Tear. Myself. Away.
This first pair here I designed myself using some sock weight yarn someone had donated to me and a DK weight wool/cashmere blend left over from a sweater I knit this fall (photos to come when buttons have been sewn on). I guess that's one of the advantages to making lots of the same thing: you learn enough about construction to be able to work with different needles and yarns, improvise and make something that fits.
Originally these were going to be a gift for a friend in Minnesota, but I've changed my mind. The Latte Mitts will go to a friend in Oregon, and the mitts below will go to Minnesota, for what seem to me to be obvious reasons.