There is much weeping and moaning and gnashing of teeth here at Chez Knit.
A day of mourning was called on Friday and into the weekend.
A mitten was lost.
Now if you are not a knitter then you might not understand the agony I experienced on Friday when I arrived home and realized that I only had ONE of my newly completed, barely ever worn and not even photographed yet mittens.
I pulled into the garage, gathered up all my stuff, grabbed my mittens….
Only there was just one mitten on the seat. Hmmmmmmm. I looked around. I looked under the passenger seat. I looked in my library bag. I looked under the driver’s seat. I looked beside the doors thinking that may be it had fallen down into some space there.
I looked everywhere.
Nada. Zilch. Zippo. Nien. Nyet. Nope.
No lovely burgundy mitten knit with Berroco Ultra Alpaca. No toasty fingers on a cold winter day.
The pain and agony was immense. Weeping and gnashing of teeth. Shouting of imprecations. Calling on the phone to all the places that I had stopped and begging them to find my little lost mitten.
So I just had to knit some new ones over the weekend.
The Replacement Mittens
You can bet your bottom dollar that when I wore them to church yesterday I kept them close to me. I don’t think that my poor little heart could take another lost mitten.