Grab her DPNs

Before we get on with any knitting business I have a little message. If you live here with me, in this house, could you please put your dishes IN the dishwasher instead of ON the dishwasher? You know how you all do that? Putting the dirty dishes on the counter directly above the dishwasher so that even though everyone took the dishes from the table there is still a little job for Mummy? I realize that if you all put your dishes IN instead of ON said dishwasher, I will be left out of the process of getting dishes into the dishwasher. I am ok with that. It is the same distance from the table to IN the dishwasher as it is from the table to ON the dishwasher. No reasonable person would do this (never mind a whole family) without some sort of plan. This tells me that you don’t want to hurt my feelings or damage family unity by taking me completely out of dirty dish management. I thank you all deeply for your concern for my happiness and sense of belonging, but I want you all to know that you can put your dishes in the stinking dishwasher without crushing my fragile spirit. Okey Dokey?

I finished the Estonian mittens

Estonian

and thought to myself: Well there. Those are done. I should knit something else. I should break up the Estonian Mitten Monotony with something different. The people who read the blog will appreciate that. Shake things up a bit. So I put on my thinking cap, (well, metaphorically speaking. We’ve already discussed the appallingly phallic impression that my head gives when hats are placed on it. The thinking cap here is implied.) I dragged yarn out of the stash. I took out 20 books and a whack of leaflets and a whole bunch of graph paper and all sorts of knitterly junk. Then I spent a really long time making little swatches and stuff, and rushing about the house explaining things to the people that live here (they love this part. I can tell) saying things like “What do you think? See the double moss stich? How about the stitch definition. No, no, you’re right. Don’t even answer. The red was better. Just give me a minute.” While all of them looked at me like I was an annoyance, except I’m the annoyance paying the bills and buying them food so they can’t mouth off or maybe I won’t make dinner. (The burn here is that because I was so preoccupied with the yarn games I declared it “Find your own Food Friday” and didn’t cook anyway. Suckers.)

Then, when I had finally come to a conclusion, having trashed all wool containment zones, swatched some really lovely things, selected several excellent patterns, filled all tables and stayed up too late….

Cmstart

I cast on Latvian Mittens.

I’m so sorry. Do you all hate it when I get like this? I mean, mitten after mitten after mitten..obsessively turning out handwear like some sort of crisis is coming and all that will save our mortal souls will be the mittens that I have knit? Some sort of weird hand freezing disease that can only be helped by the immediate application of hand knit culturally expressive mittens. (Imagine that? “Doctor…she’s not going to make it, her hands are like ice and the Walmart mittens aren’t helping. It seems like the elastic thread and sparkles are making it worse… I think we need to get Latvian Mittens, or …at least something Baltic. Watch the acrylic content and hurry!”) I mean, I’ve knit the Latvian mittens, the Thrummed mittens, the Estonian mittens, the Fleece Artist Mittens…oh wait…then I really broke out of the box and started thinking about Spiderman mittens. (Check me. Living on the edge. Don’t mess with me. I know how to mix it up).

Don’t you ever click on the blog and look at all the mittens and wonder? Do you all meet up for coffee and have conversations about when I used to knit other things and how fun that was and perhaps discuss some kind of intervention to get hold of the whole Mitten Thing. Then everyone puts their coffee down and you all make a big plan. Rams and Laurie will wait for me when I’m coming out of the yarn shop. I’ll be happy and relaxed and easy to take down. Then Claudia and Silvia will take me to a small room with no DPNs in it and Bonne Marie will be there and she’ll have her patterns with her and she’ll talk to me for hours about fashion and trends and while stylish knitters weep quietly in the corner. Sandy will be there, frightened and desperately clutching her mittens while Ryan tries to get them away from her and Norma says “Look at Stephanie, look at her! Is that how you want to end up? Is it? The mittens aren’t worth it, PUT DOWN THE MITTENS.” After hours and hours I finally agree to forget about gussets and thumb closures and knit Rogue or Butterfly or something that everyone agrees is Ok and I limp off shaky and weak and….you can all imagine it so clearly. The whole plan is worked out and then somebody brings chocolate biscotti and you all decide to let it go for another day, since nobody really wants to go to Toronto this time of year anyhow. Do you all say to yourselves, “Well, it has to stop soon. I mean, how many mittens can she knit? Nobody can be that obsessive. I’m sure she’s almost done. ”

Doesn’t anyone ever feel like sending me an email that says something like “Dear Stephanie; For the love of God. KNIT A HAT. ”

Just asking.

91 thoughts on “Grab her DPNs

  1. No! Keep knitting the mittens! And if you have extras, send them my way! I will recirocate with a lovely scarf, from my collection of “For God’s sake, Sue, please knit something beside a scarf!” scarves.

  2. Steph, the Latvian mittens are wonderful.
    If you make a hat, make it to match some of the beautiful mittens you’ve made.
    And if I come to Toronto in THIS weather … trust me, I wouldn’t touch your DPNs or make you stop mittens.
    They are far too wonderful to stop.

  3. I don’t mind that you knit mittens all the time.
    As long as you don’t mind that I will just sit here and seethe with jealousy over your mitten talent…

  4. I thoroughly and vicariously enjoy your mitten knitting. Why should I go through the frustration when you embrace it so willingly and write about it so well? I feel like you are taking one for the team here and I truly appreciate it. I am, admittedly, relieved that you are off ponchos.

  5. Love the mittens. Our 17 year old Greman exchange student(male)is quite puzzled when I declare a “Find Your Own Food Friday”. Then again, I’ve drawn the line at ironing ratty tee shirts.

  6. Ya got me all wrong, copper. I’ll be the one with the knotted-together sheets helping spring you from that room (Lizzy’s at the bottom to catch, with a bag of Dove dark chocolates to give you courage/motivation.) As Susan says, why would I regret ANYTHING which broke the VPC? (Vicious Poncho Cycle.) My eye-roll and shrug are at rassling dpns when God and the petrochemical industry have given us 12 inch circulars, but since you’re sound on chocolate, wine and coffee I can overlook a few eccentricities. (And isn’t that scalloped cuff the dearest thing you’ve ever executed?)

  7. How about a Latvian hat? 🙂
    Love your writing and your knitting and please, don’t change either one! Knit whatever you want and I’ll still read you first everyday. Even if its more mittens.
    In fact, I may even knit some mittens myself, having been inspired by your mittens…

  8. I love, love, love your mittens. I’m am so inspired to knit mittens but they have to be like your mittens, any other mittens just wouldn’t do.

  9. Love the mittens, keep knitting mittens….please? It’ll be a bit before I get to that point in my repetoire.
    I knit mittens out of varigated yarn to look like they have a design…heh.
    Of course, since I use the “throw” method of knitting, I may never progress to holding two different colors on two different hands, at the same time, and making something worthwhile.
    But it sure is fun to watch you do it.
    Let me know if the note to your family works. I’ve been trying to get mine to put their stuff in the dishwasher instead of on the counter for years!

  10. Dear Stephanie,
    For the love of God, knit a hat!
    Your adoring fan,
    Stacy “I’m asceered of sweaters” L-K

  11. Are you smokin’ minty-fresh crack or something? I love the mittens! Heck, I’ve enjoyed watching your descent into mitten mania so much that I have been inspired to knit my own Latvian mitten (My First Colorwork, no less). Of course, I may not be a good reference, because I am clearly insane–that first mitten has 8 rows of braid. Words cannot express the nasty sinking feeling when I found that I’d done the braid pointing the wrong direction on the third set of the things. Oy.

  12. You mittens are so inspiring, they make me want to move somewhere that actually has seasons and weather that would give me cold fingers. Please don’t stop with the mittens! The beautiful pictures make me wish I had a need for mittens- maybe I could make Latvian Fingerless Gloves in homage to your amazing work…?
    This mitten in particular looks so amazingly beautiful- the colors! The scalloped edge! The braid! Can’t wait to watch it grow…

  13. What a relief to hear that everyone at the coffee shop is discussing how you can only knit mittens now! I was so worried that they were all bemoaning the fact that I only seem to be knitting socks (and very slowly at that!). ;0)
    Love ALL your mittens. Hate the dishwasher thing. I’ll have to bookmark this page for hubby. Hee, hee.

  14. I was secretly hoping that there would be an attempt on the Spiderman mittens made over the weekend! I have two little boys who are big Spiderman fans and was hoping to see some inspiration to make them some mittens for Christmas – maybe I’ll see what I can come up with and send you a photo.
    Love the mittens you’ve been making, so tempted to try doing the “braids”.

  15. Keep the mittens coming, lady. It’s the end of December and my hands are freezing… I wish I could knit mittens like you do.
    BTW – Love the hints to the family about the dishwasher. I don’t have a dishwasher at home (other than my two mitten deprived hands) but when I lived at my parents’ house, I was the self-proclaimed “Dishwasher Queen”. Not that it’s something to brag about, but I can get more dishes into a dishwasher than any other mortal I’ve ever met. Of course, I wasn’t a teenager when I was traipsing about with my Dishwasher Queen Cape (made of tea-towels, of course). I don’t think teens base their self-worth on dishwasher loading abilities. Sigh. Good luck with that!

  16. I’ve been on a three-month self imposed total knitting hiatus (can you believe such a thing is possible?) in order to get ready for a big art show. Okay, one of the artworks was knitted, but it was heavy wire, and nowhere near enjoyable enough to make up for hte fact that it was the only thing I was allowed to knit! So I’ve been living vicariously through other people’s knitting, and I haven’t really cared what you’ve been knitting as long as I can log on and see that at least SOMEONE gets to touch wool, even if it’s not me.
    So my show is over and today is my first wool-day, and it’s cold outside and I just realized that I DON’T HAVE ANY MITTENS! So if you have a bandwagon I think I’ll jump on.

  17. Steph-
    I’m with the others on this one – keep those mittens coming. In fact, I went to my LYS last week and ordered Folk Socks, Mittens, and Estonia all on your recommendation. That is, even though, I’ve sworn off all patterns for a while. That’s right – no more patterns for me! Well, Fair Isle is different.

  18. But, Stephanie? it’s been proven that your disease is communicable. I hope you feel morally reprehensible in some way. Guilty. We’re all going to have to move to Toronto just to WEAR all of the mittens that you’re responsible for.

  19. No, don’t knit a hat. Well, maybe a hat to go with your gorgeous mittens. Enjoy your mitten obsession while it lasts; chances are it’ll dwindle a bit later on. I was hopelessly obsessed with knitting socks a few years ago. I’d crank out a pair every couple of days and promptly cast on for a new pair. I’m hoping to find that obsession again soon – maybe now that my stovepipe pregnancy-ankles have pretty much gone away. Everyone needs something handknit and warm like socks and mittens. Some people need many, many socks and mittens. And there’s no shame in that.

  20. I have “fend” night (fend for yourself). Maybe you should have fyoff and pyfdd night, find your own food friday and put your fricken dishes in the dishwasher night.
    You have taught us all what “real” mittens are. I can’t wait until Christmas is over and I can cast on my first set of Latvian. I’m in agreement with everyone else, keep knitting them, they are so inspiring!

  21. Maintain the mitten thing — glorious designs and colors. The only project I miss is Joe’s sweater. And, of course,
    BookBookBookBookBook
    Laurie, who seems to knit only socks now

  22. Uh, that’ll be a “yes” on whether people get together and talk about you. Guilty as charged. I’ve been passing around your URL like, well, like Tom Lehrer’s Old Dope Peddler, and getting together with reasonably like-minded individuals, for coffee (ok, not coffee. Not even shade-grown, organic, 35% post-consumer recycled fair-trade coffee. More like the hippy allternative) and talking about you. I think the most recent beverage was Belgian Chocolate Roi Boos.
    ‘Nany event, mittens are just fine. Calm down, put down the dpns, and let’s just do some cleansing breaths, here…
    (oh, and bookbookbookbookbook.)

  23. Stephanie, your mittens are divine. Unfortunately, I would have to come to Toronto in order to justify making my own. Mittens are banned in Texas. Along with lots of other lovely, artistic, cultural things. The only thing appreciated here is potholders that look like watermelons and beer can coozies. I have almost decided to give up knitting for anyone but myself – they all want wash and wear. Heaven forbid they might have do do some handwashing of a handknit, one-of-a-kind item that I will never freakin’ make again. Please Harlot, knit beautiful mittens, lace, ponchos, whatever strikes your fancy. We dream it, you do it. Now, about that back room at your place…

  24. My heart is beating wildly just looking at those beautiful mittens! Are they 10d, graph 107? Pleeeeease disclose the yarn you’re using, or recommend. I’m just about to order from “The Wooly West”. I have all the books but have been frozen with fear that I’ll never be able to knit such beautiful mittens, so haven’t yet attempted any!

  25. If you’re needing a good home where mittens are not only worn, but desired and appreciated, let me send you my address for the results of your mitten fixation mayhem!
    Oh, and {bookbookbookbookbook…}

  26. C’mon, you live in Toronto! Of course, you need the mittens! Besides, they’re gorgeous! My hands are always freezing and I’m in California! I need me some mittens….although not as complicated and beautiful as yours. Have you thought about making a whole set to match? Mittens, scarfs, funny looking hat, socks, etc?

  27. you’re hysterically funny! i needed this laugh. you know, the mittens are gorgeous, and something that many of us only wish we could do (i should really just speak for myself – my only colorwork consists of a very lonely stripe on a hat). you’re awesome!

  28. While it is true that you could be tackled by me while coming out of a yarn store (note to everyone: you are all in danger of that. My yarn is not enough, I want your yarn too) I know how these things go.
    The mitten ennui will rudely hit in the middle of a pair and that last mitten will be torture to finish. Or it will happen right as you are knitting up a pair for a gift so you “have” to finish them. It is cruel fate.

  29. If you really feel like you knit too many mittens, I would be happy to be the recipient of any of your cast-off’s. As would everyone who reads your blog, I’m sure.
    Knit whatever the hell you want. It’s what makes you happy that is important, not what the rest of the blog-reading world thinks of your 43rd pair of mittens (and since we all seem to love them, I guess it’s just double approval). 🙂

  30. Ack! You’re killing me! Those are utterly GORGEOUS! I just went to BAM and ordered the Estonian book. My little mitten looks so sad next to yours!! lol.

  31. I bet those colourwork mittens are warm too, what with all the strands. Keep going. Mittens have a nasty habit of getting lost.
    On the dishwasher thing my partner recently gave away a crucial bit of information — he sometimes leaves the dishes on the top because he isn’t sure if the dishwasher is empty, part full of dirty dishes or full of clean dishes. If he opened it, he’d have to deal with it.
    Leaving the dishes on the counter avoids the possibility of having to EMPTY the dishwasher and put away clean dishes to get the dirty ones in there! (and I think that if there are already dirty dishes on the counter the probability of the dishwasher being full of clean dishes goes up in the mind of the person holding the dirty ones).
    I hope that little bit of analysis helps everyone solve that problem in their house. And Cyndy — you should end that line about ironing after the word ironing. As in ‘I draw the line at ironing’. Think how much time you’ll free up for knitting!

  32. Here’s the thing about the dishwasher. If there’s even ONE small, forgotten, CLEAN dish inside, no one but you will put in the dirty dishes. Nevermind that your family has all the skills needed to remove said clean dish and place it in its proper place on a shelf or cupboard somewhere. It’s a kind of universal-law-of-the-kitchen; those mother genes make you mysteriously and uniquely qualified in dish management. Go figure.

  33. Oh, keep on going with the mittens! And, as Sue said, something can always be worke out in trade if you’re looking to offload some of your overstock…;) Besides, the scalloped cuff on this new pair is lovely, and I can’t imagine I’m the only one who wants to know where the pattern will go from here.
    I say knit the mittens!

  34. Stephanie, *I* can knit a hat. I can’t knit mittens. (Well, I’ve never tried. But I really don’t like colorwork, so I certainly can’t knit *those* mittens.) Thus, you are imbued with the responsibility of knitting my share of mittens as well.
    Which sucks, because my hands are cold, so I really should start knitting mittens.

  35. The mittens are great. (And they’re much more interesting than the ponchos.) Feel free to knit matching hats, but don’t feel obliged to stop knitting mittens.
    Regarding dishwashers–the general practice in my family (at least before I moved out) was to pile the dishes on the dishwasher and then let my dad put them in, because he’s really good at packing things and making them fit nicely. These days, though, my dishwasher is my hands and my assortment of sponges and scrubbers.

  36. 1. The mittens are great. My only complaint is that I just got a copy of Folk Socks, and now I’m thinking I really need to amass mitten books as well.
    2. If the majority of the dishes make it to the top of the dishwasher I’m thrilled. Usually they’re left on the table. Then again, the majority of our household is under 10yo, and they have interesting, creative concepts about appropriate things to do with dirty dishes.
    3. Where did Dena find the Belgian Chocolate Roi Boos?

  37. Normally I might think the knitting mittens thing had gone too far, but they are all so interesting and different looking. I get scared just seeing all those intricate patters you’ve knitted into your various mittens. It probably isn’t THAT hard, but I’m intimidated. I completely wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t in the middle of my own mitten dramas (but the last one’s almost done). I’m just curious what lucky people will be using these mittens…or do you just really like options?

  38. It will take a million mad mitten makers to balance out the scads of sad scarf stitchers that are out there (including me). Someone has to do the complated stuff to keep the universe in balance.

  39. I agree! Love the mittens, but could we (I mean you) do a set maybe? Matching (or Coordinating maybe?) Scarf and Hat?
    I have to add: I live vicariously through you. I am still learning to knit, and you inspire me to new endeavors. In fact, it is your fault I have been searching the local craft stores for “sock yarn”. I have this overwhelming urge to learn how to knit my own socks. I blame you.

  40. Yours get so far as taking dishes to the kitchen! I am impressed since I find bowls under the futon, glasses everywhere, nothing can even make it four feet from the kitchen table to the sink. Last night a pie was eaten out of the pan and the pan was left on the bench under the table.
    I am still waiting for the Folk Mittens book to get back to the library, and with each of your mittens I get more impatient. Keep on knitting them – they are gorgeous little things. I won’t have an issue with anything you knit unless you take up knitting with dog hair.

  41. I can’t tell you how much I adore and covet your Latvian mittens. I only started knitting a few years ago, and I can’t figure out how to do fair isle (since I’m guessing that’s how you pattern the Latvian mittens). I have tried, numerous times, but I can’t seem to get the hang of it so that it looks nice.
    Keep making Latvian mittens! Maybe it’ll inspire me to try again!

  42. At the risk of being labeled an enabler, I was out walking my dogs this morning and had very cold hands (it was about 50 degrees F–really cold for the Bay Area). I thought how nice it would be to have lovely, woolly, intricately patterned mittens …

  43. The only problem with the mittens is that I keep buying all the books you recommend while admiring your gorgeous work! If you went to hats, I might have to buy MORE books. You’re keeping busy and I’m keeping amazon.com busy. Now if I can only keep my husband busy enough not to notice…maybe I can train him to load the dishwasher…
    (ps. bookbookbookbookbookbookbook)

  44. I love the Latvian mittens. I think the pattern is charming and the colours are beautiful. And I’m looking forward to making thrummed mittens myself after Christmas. I can never work up the patience to make anything large anymore. All the more joy in trying out some intricate pattern on a small garment or accessory. Thanks for all the mittenspiration.

  45. Keep knitting the mittens, they are so incredibly gorgeous and inspiring.
    I hear ya about the dirty dishes and the dishwasher, happens all the time in my house too and I have 4 teenaged boys eating all day long and leaving dishes everywhere. Do you find dirty dishes under the couch?
    So when are you going to have to give in and either start doing your holiday knitting or I guess you could just give everybody on your list a pair of amazing mittens:)

  46. Honey, of all the things I love about you, the MITTENING is the best. And I wouldn’t be saying what you said I’d be saying, at all. Just goes to show how well you know me. What I would be saying is, “Look, Stephanie, there’s a goat walking down your street, and a monkey is leading him, and he’s wearing a handknit sweater.” And while your head was turned is when I’d be stuffing my stretch pants, that I would have worn just for the occasion, with all those mittens that I could see lying around. Ah, shit, I never was good at keeping a secret. Now I’m an open book. But now when it happens, you’ll be totally thrown off my scent and I’ll STILL get it past you. Then I’ll leave a suet pudding in your fridge, or your unheated back room. They really cure best in unheated back rooms, under the spare bed, getting all dusty. That’s been my experience, anyway.

  47. If I still lived in a cold climate (and yeah, even though I see my breath in my unheated apartment these mornings and lumber about in about five layers of fleece before going to work, I know that Southern California will never qualify as “a place with a cold climate” — even if it snowed), I would be making mittens too.
    Now, if only some inventive needle manufacturer would realize that there is a market for dpns that are about 3 inches long… dealing with a glove stuffed full of 7 inch ones is NOT FUN.

  48. Stephanie, keep knitting the mittens! I’m lovin’ the ones you’ve already made, and I’ve checked out a couple of books you mentioned from the library. Southern California isn’t exactly mitten weather, but keep on going and you’ll convince me that it is!
    P.S.: You know Hank’s going to want a matching hat/hood/balaclava, right?

  49. I’m convinced that you’re simply on a different timetable than the rest of us. After all, I manage to knit for an hour a day, if I’m lucky. An hour equals perhaps half an inch on a sweater or a few rounds on a sock. In that same amount of time, you produce half a mitten. Or the sleeve of an intricately cabled sweater. Or an entire baby blanket. Perhaps you knit really fast, or perhaps you’re bending the fabric of time and space so that every day for me is like three for you. It would be like that movie “Groundhog Day,” except with knitting. Could that be an option? I didn’t think so, but I had to ask.

  50. Damn! There was a “Let’s Talk Smack about Stephanie’s Mitten Fetish” coffee klatch and I missed it!
    No, dear, I (so far) have not tired of seeing mittens. If you were knitting the exact same mitten in the exact same color over and over there may have to be an intervetion. (BTW, I love Toronto this time of year–all those pesky US tourists are gone! {grin}) However, this baby knitter is inspired and at times confounded by your endless creativity both with needles and with a keyboard. So, keep doin’ what makes you (me) happy!

  51. Dear Yarn Harlot,
    I would be happy to buy those mittens you’ve just cast on. Just name your price. Maybe an eBay auction is in order, as it appears I’m not alone!
    Love the site – long time reader, first time commenter.
    Mrs Mo

  52. I have nothing to say about the mitten issue except “Moderation in all things, including moderation.” A little obsession keeps life interesting.
    I do, however, want to thank you for the rant about putting dirty dishes on the counter just ABOVE the dishwasher instead of actually IN the dishwasher. What is up with this?!? I even went so far as to buy one of those magnetic signs that indicates whether the dishes in the machine are clean or dirty (the excuse was always “well, I didn’t know if the dishes were clean or dirty…” even though one glance inside would have told the tale). What a waste of money that was.

  53. Please, keep the mittens. Lovely as they are, if I see one more Butterfly or Rogue I’m going to run screaming. Not a pretty sight. Me, I’m knitting Plain Jane v-neck pullover. Take that.

  54. If I could knit mittens as gorgeous as yours, I wouldn’t be knitting anything else. 🙂
    Beside, as a fellow Canadian, I know you can never have too many mittens.

  55. I’m on to you Steph! You think you have everybody fooled by sharing all of your little familial struggles, so witty, so sharp. Oh that Steph. Her life is so NORMAL, what with her three girls and her obsessions. Here is the truth people: I swear I saw Steph outside my kitchen window this weekend during the “Why, when the dishwasher is wide open and RIGHT NEXT TO the sink can you not put the &^%#ed dish INTO the dishwasher? I know you think you are helping me out by giving me something to do, but really! Is not working to pay for all those music, dance and art lessons enough?! Or all the driving?! And then you want me to knit for you, sew dresses and costumes! AND BE IN A GOOD MOOD ALL OF THE %&^$^%$ING TIME!!!!” Well then, you’re welcome for the blog fodder topics. Luckily for you, I think it is enough payment that you take my life and make it sound so funny that I almost like having it to share! But really Steph-next time, come in and I’ll make coffee, you can hear better inside!

  56. First of all, thanks for the Nancy Bush suggestion…I ordered it and..ok…I ordered them and one of them just arrived! Secondly, could you point me towards that gorgeous Latvian Pattern? I enjoy your blog! Thanks for the entertainment and inspiration!
    Mj

  57. Your stuff is awesome – I bought Folk Knitting in Estonia because of your amazingness with it. Don’t stop with the mittens. Maybe take a little break but if it’s something that saves your sanity, then give ‘er.

  58. Dear Steph,
    For the love of God. Just keep knitting and telling us all about it.
    (But maybe you *could* try a sock or a muffler or something one of these days…)

  59. No no don’t ever stop with the mitten making…then I’d have to start. You take care of my need:) I love the colors for the Latvian and the Estonian pair is gooorgous!!

  60. Need more mittens. I’m especially looking forward to those Spidey ones! I know that if I wasn’t broke and still didn’t have to pay my term 2 tuition, I’d be running out to get those books. As it is, I’m going to go upstairs now and sit at the kitchen table, sighing deeply and longingly at my copy of IK… then leave it open to the published books page with the right one circled… and hope that SOMEONE gets the hint!

  61. You could just change the blog name to Mitten Harlot and be done with it.
    P.s. I don’t think you’d ever by easy to bring down…you’re scrappy…

  62. Ok, there is a disease.
    Here’s a quote:
    Eventually, the person may lose their fingers. This only happens in extreme cases, for example, when people are working with vibrating machinery in very cold conditions, but it is more common in the forestry industry among people working with chainsaws.
    It’s Raynaud’s Disease. Found the info here:
    http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/medical_notes/260459.stm
    What could be better than a pair of thrummed mittens, I ask.

  63. Hey…why fix it if it ain’t broke. If mittens are what you love knitting…then we love looking at them & they are sooo beautiful!

  64. Stephanie – You are a nut! Thank you for many chuckles (and a few outright guffaws!). Yours is the only blog I read out loud to my husband and we both enjoy your wit. Great knitting too!!

  65. Do not stop with the mittens! I am finally getting inspired to try something like that, and your photos keep encouraging me….so what do you suggest for a simple-ish first-timer type colorwork project?

  66. Love the mittens — don’t stop! I’m envious of your beautiful work (I’m not brave enough yet to do colorwork).
    What I don’t get is the tendancy to leave things in the sink, when the dishwasher is actually closer! We do have the little magnetic sign and all, but I guess it’s easier to walk 3 more steps and put the dirties in the sink.

  67. A dishwasher? A machine that washes dishes? Harlot, hush up. I live in a house sans dishwasher, and the kiddies can’t put the dishes IN the sink — they only make it as far as the counter BESIDE the sink. I guess it’s the “lower in” that is the scary part…

  68. I don’t think the diswasher thing is specific to your house…..I remember my mother having a similar problem. Except she used to just say things like “A maid does not live here”. And when we come home now she says things like “If you are smart enough to be accepted into graduate school programs you are smart enough to figure out how to oppen the dish washer.”
    My sister and i keep playing dumb and putting our dishes on the counter because we are bad children. 😉

  69. What if I don’t NEEEEEEEEEED mittens? And only know one family (in Illinois) who might use mittens… actually DS might wear mittens…. He’s in Indiana and has a convertible… how cool would he look in little red miata in the snow with latvian mittens…? hmmm. Ooh.. maybe a variation of the cool semi-invisible skull that was slipstiched in stitch and bitch. But what else could be knit that would be quick and awesome…. (Would hats with brims still look less phallic? or would they just look uncircumsized…) Who’d a dreamt that knitting would turn me into a dirty old lady?

  70. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I thought it was only my crew who confused IN and ON when it came to the dishwasher. How much more trouble is it to open the wee door and toss the dish/plate/spoon/cup inside? Why go so far and yet come up short? I FEEL YOUR PAIN DAILY. When you come up with a genius solution please share it and joy and happiness will once again flow in the land. Or something like that.

  71. Who’d a thought that mittens could be such a HOT topic?? 83 posts by 13:40 in the morning!!!! Maybe I need some mittens…

  72. In my house, I play a little game with the dishes. I put them in the DW, leave the room, and they immediately reappear on the counter. I’ve tried sneaking out, I’ve tried turning around quickly, I’ve even tried going to bed AFTER EVERYBODY ELSE and there are STILL dirty dishes on the DW the next AM. The dishes always win…That’s what I like about knitting…it stays done (unless I rip it!)
    Love the blog, love the mittens!

  73. Stephanie,
    If the Original Alaskans can have 100 words for “snow”, I think a Canadian can have 100 pairs of mittens!
    All of your mitten knittin’ has me worked up for Spring Masters and classes with Lizbeth Upitis!!! Keep ’em coming!

  74. Steph-
    DO you think you could give us some close ups of the thumbs and gussets on these mittens?
    I’ve worked up 1001 gloves (one got lost) and I don’t like any of the thumb gussets I’ve tried so far.

  75. Stephanie,
    The day you knit Rogue or Butterfly is the day I stop reading (and possibly knitting). I love the mittens and I love the obsession. I can’t wait to finally making some myself. Estonian or Latvian? It’s so hard to choose…xox

  76. Ok, let me say first:
    There IS “some sort of weird hand freezing disease” that is helped by wearing hand knit, culturally expressive mittens. So there. And I might even be able to remember the name of it if you give me a second…..
    And, I’m pretty sure there WILL be a crisis coming, and I’m also 99.9% sure that handknit mittens will save our mortal souls. That and eating green vegetables – because my mother wouldn’t lie and she’s been saying that for the last 3 decades. “Come the revolution kids, you’ll be THANKFUL for green vegetables (and hand knit mittens), so shut up.”
    Maybe you are just ahead of your time and don’t even know it.

  77. Oh my gosh my golly. How could I have missed the mitten intervention story?! With me, right on the verge, ready to jump in next. It looks good when you do the mitten obsession thing. Can’t I just join you? Must others be party poopish on the mittens? I mean there are some mittens for the slightly cool day. Then there is the bitter cold day. A person can’t be expected to wear the same mittens, can they?? I mean REALLY. What about the snowy day? The fingers get cold day, but not enough even for a coat day???What about THAT DAY!!!
    I’m knitting them.
    So there.
    🙂

  78. I love the Latvian mittens. I think the pattern is charming and the colours are beautiful. And I’m looking forward to making thrummed mittens myself after Christmas. I can never work up the patience to make anything large anymore. All the more joy in trying out some intricate pattern on a small garment or accessory. Thanks for all the mittenspiration.

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