Hank’s uber-macho stringless manly mittens are done. This is a good thing because I don’t believe he was going to be happy to wait for them. Last night when he saw that the balls of yarn were still balls of yarn he sort of lost his cool. Whipped one of the balls across the room and said “This is not a mitten!”. He’s normally a very nice guy, the strain of the loss of the mousie mitten has really worn on us all. Everyone copes with tragedy in their own way.
I think the mitts look pretty good, although the one looking away from you has wonky eyes. We won’t know for sure if they are ok until Hank sees them. If you’ve knit for a three year old then you understand. Just because he wanted pink dragon mittens, and I believe I have knit pink dragon mittens, is no reason to believe that he will believe that these are indeed pink dragon mittens. It’s a total crap shoot. Don’t knit for three year olds unless you are going to be pretty relaxed about rejection. Stick to the small stuff. Hank has rejected tons of stuff, hats are particularly dodgy. I spend a month knitting him the coolest hat, only to have Hank dedicate his life to stuffing it behind his car seat. Then I knit him this hoodie-acrylic-sweatshirt thing. I hated everything about it. The yarn, the pattern, the making up. With each moment and each stitch I cursed it. I swore on all I that I hold dear and all that I believe to be true that I would never, ever knit it’s monotonous miles of stocking stitch and its stupid, stupid pocket and hood again. Screw I-cord hood ties, just screw them.
He loves it. All I can hope is that he doesn’t ask me for another one. Three year olds are so charming that their cute little faces and tiny little voices should be considered some kind of hypnosis. I’d knit that kid anything if he asked. Maybe he won’t ask till he’s four.
Yarn Harlot
Too cute! Uh, I mean, How manly!
they are adorable! crossing my fingers that they pass the three year old test!
What a fine and masculine set of mittens – do congratulate Hank on understanding the Pink of Manliness. 🙂 Those are wonderful, Stephanie – what fun!
Well, I think they’re cute, but I’m crowding 50, so my taste in mittens is questionable at best 🙂 What color do you think he’ll want that next sweater to be? Think you could talk him into a couple of manly cables, just to relieve the ennui?
WOW – am I reading right? Those balls of yarn went and became those fabulous imaginative mittens overnight!
I think Hank will pee himself he’ll love the mittens so much. Then he’ll be traumatized, of course, since three is an extremely awkward age for peeing oneself. Years of therapy, naturally, will result from such an incident. All because of your too-good mittens, one of which he’ll keep forever. His future partners will revile you. Wow, those are really powerful mittens!
Ohmigod where do I start? The mittens are gorgeous, Hank proves 3 years old is the BEST age to be or be around, and your tales of the guys in your life had me rolling around on the floor. And never mind the red Eros boa hanging in my bedroom (what was I thinking?)
Those mittens are so cute! I love a manly man that knows what he likes, not caring what other’s may think. Me thinks his mommy is doing a great job being a mom!
Those mittens rock! I’m just now getting a chance to read through your archives, and am enjoying them immensely. I was wondering if you made those up out of the clear blue, or if there was a pattern you followed? Regardless, they’re fabulous! 😀 And I’m glad he wore them!