Knitting Day/Snow Day . . . Same Thing

At least for me, though baking is definitely tossed in there as well – banana bread (planned) and peanut butter cookies (requested). Today I want to get my husband’s thick winter hat done, and also relish in the¬†post-holidays¬†knitting frenzy by working on a pair of fingerless gloves for me. Also, tea.

I will be posting about the presents made later . . . some time. Maybe even before the new year.


Easy Fingerless Gloves

I have been struggling and experimenting with fingerless gloves for years, pretty much since I started my bi-craftual journey. Ergo, after so many years of experimenting, I think Stacy may have introduced me to my favorite pattern yet. I do not know wherein she found this pattern, or if she came up with it herself, but either way, it is highly forgiving.

Pattern – Using DPNs, cast on 13 stitches on 3 needles; for circulars, CO 39. Knit until the place you want to put in the thumb. Using a similar thread, but wholly different color, knit about 7 stitches, and then slip those back on to needle, knit as usual until it is preferred length. Bind off. Go back and take care of thumb. For the thumb, pick up stitches on both sides of the yarn place holder. Tease out said yarn placeholder. Knit in the round until preferred length.

Notes –

*I used Raven Ridge Yarns Deep Forest, I think a DK weight, DPNs were US size 5/ 3.75 mm.

*Pattern is for larger hands, though adjustments through yarn and needles.

*And because I was getting sick of the rolling, I crochet edging for the cuffs.

*Ntm the thumbs on these are knitted inside out. By the time I noticed what I was doing on the first one, I was getting ready to bind off, just said fuck it, and made its mate to match.

The thumb bit.

Done! TADA!

The “Mark”

During break at work, I was working on a pair of fingerless gloves, and someone asked me why I had that mark on my arm. Well, this is why. I’m making these without a concrete pattern, and need a marker to tell me how long I need them. Yes, I could have used a measuring tape, but I couldn’t find it.

It just made me giggle, as a few people asked what my tattoo was, and what it meant.

Maybe next time I’ll just tell them it’s a hooker thing, they wouldn’t understand.