>> Wednesday, December 23, 2009
One of my birthday gifts:
I have already mentioned my perpetually freezing Raynaud's fingers, and my not infrequent use of my dogs' armpits as hand warmers (see #4 here). My Dad decided this might mean I could use a good pair of mittens. He was right. He usually is.
He picked these fuzzies up from friends who run an alpaca farm somewhere near Lowville. They are incredibly soft. The coolest thing about them, though? Check out the guts:
The one on the right is inside out. All those little nubbinses of lovely soft alpaca fluff make them so cozy I actually hate to take them off. I'm not sure how one knits mittens with all those little loops inside. Okay, frankly, I'm not quite sure how one knits anything. I can do a lot of crafty things, but knitting and crocheting are most definitely not among my talents. But to whomever it is who figured out how to make these, well done!
And Dad, thanks. They shall be much worn and much loved.