It's funny: back when I didn't know how to knit a million (ok, five) years ago, I remember watching Heather turn out a pair of fingerless mittens, saying "Oh wow, I could never do that." She assured me that it was easy, but I still didn't believe her. One night about a year after that, after a few glasses of wine, I picked up the needles and the crappy acrylic yarn that had somehow been travelling with me for quite some time (I've never been all that sure as to why, really,) and started to teach myself to knit. As for the rest...well.
All those pixels spilt to lead up to telling you that I finished these yesterday:These are the Friends of the Forest fingerless mittens (Ravelled) and I am just in love with them. They just seem so incredibly ladylike to me, with their lacy picot cuffs.
The yarn is an errant skein of Silky Wool in Verdigris that has been languishing in the stash for quite some time, and I'm pleased that I was finally able to put it to (a very pretty) use. The hand of the yarn is just beautiful; I love the slubby, nubby, raw-silkiness of the finished fabric; how the wool and silk components have taken the dye differently, resulting in a lovely mottled effect. The only problem with this yarn is that working with it merely makes me want to acquire more (in golds and greys and bronzes, please.)
Reading: Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett
Listening: Air -- Love 2