fingerless frenzy

I’m on a serious fingerless glove kick.

After losing one of a beloved pair given to me by two friends in Oxford last year, I embarked on a journey I’d tried and aborted twice before: making my own. I have small hands, and that combined with the vagaries of needles, yarns and patterns (most of which are made for people with normal-sized hands) had produced two spectacularly failed gloves in the past.

However, I tried again, knitting a pair of Dashing in a lovely deep teal yarn, and am happy to report they turned out beautifully. Amanda had asked if I’d knit her some, so I knit her a pair of Dashing also, in chunky black and brown stripes.

This proved to be dangerous, though. Now that I’ve started, I can’t stop.

I made a pair of Leslie’s Toast out of a gorgeous silver-gray bamboo-blend yarn, and just this afternoon I cast on a pair of Fetching.

I think I may have a problem.

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