The Knitting Maevan

As a woman who knits, I take great pride in my yarn things. This even goes for pieces that I didn't make. As a result of this, I have noticed a few symptoms of a very terrible affliction. On chilly mornings, you will find me either blue fingered or with my mittened hands stuffed deeply into my pockets. I treat my mittens with great disrespect, neglecting them and complimenting other mittens, even while wearing my own. A harsh unkindness I know. What causes such things? I am suffering from a bad case of ugly mittens.



The mittens I wear are this wierd light brown/beige/grey/lavender. I acquired them on a walk home one evening. Someone had abandoned the poor things! So, I took them home and cleaned them up and I've been wearing them since. Unfortunately, I also since picked up knitting. Now, I can hardly bare to wear the ghastly things.

I promised myself not to start any new projects if I already had two on the go. Well, I think I may need to break that promise. Lis brought home some cheap yarn a little while ago and gave some to me. I have yet to come up with a use for it (I was thinking about using it to practice cabling), though I think it may become my mittens. I was hoping to make some really beautiful brightly coloured mittens, but I guess I could wait and do so later when I have the money to pay for such lovely yarn. In the mean time, I can make pretty mittens in these lovely muted greens and blues. Though... I am lacking in the proper needles for such a venture. Then again, I could always borrow some from my mum this weekend :D Oh the joy of being a starving artist/student.