The above is what I sent on Friday to Rachel at the Soaring Eagles project. There were two pairs of socks in Plymouth Encore Colorspun (click to embiggen -- they all look much better embiggened),
two pairs of mittens in Cleckheaton worsted weight washable wool,
and two pairs of mittens using one strand of the Cleckheaton held together with one strand of Lion Brand Wool-Ease.
There was another pair of mittens from the same dark variegated yarn as the socks but I forgot to take a picture of them. I hadn't knitted mittens since my boys -- now 18 and 23 -- were toddlers, but I now feel like I can knit mittens for anyone out of any size yarn on any size needles. In my sleep. With both hands tied behind my back. Yeah, I'm Wonder Woman of the Mittens now.
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The view from my dining room window one day this week.
What you can't see is that the air was filled with tiny particles of ice that were blowing off the trees, so small as to be completely invisible except that they sparkled in the sun. Glorious.
What does Wonder Woman Of The Mittens wear when the outdoors looks like that? The same thing that all Smart Women Of The Frozen Tundra wear. Sorels with fancy-schmancy laces.
And what does the well-dressed cat wear?
A bib that sets off his eyes, naturally.
The bib subsequently went to Ryan's baby Harris project. En Esch was suitably heartbroken until I promised to knit him another one. Yeah, right...
