Monday, January 23, 2012

The Lonely Mitten

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.

No go.

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.


  1. This is a great little story of triumph. You came out of it with flying colours! All the best with te new mittens

  2. Now that is some crazy knitting for a weekend - I need lessons on how to speed up my skills!!!

  3. I'm so sorry for your loss...but wow! I love your new mittens. You are fast and a bit capricious, lady--oh no, I don't mean it that way! ;)
    Seriously, I love your new mittens! Fabu!


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