I am going to put most of this post behind a cut because of those with delicate sensibilities. Yes, that’s right readers, we have a rogue swear word in the house. In fibre. Knitted with complicated, fiddly stranded colourwork.
It’s basically the most old-fashioned way to be completely immature.
Usually I’m okay with swearing on this site because I’m foul-mouthed, but I try to keep it at a minimum and I think posting an enormous picture of this project is reaching even my limits.
So read on.
These are for my boss, and yes she paid me rather than threatening to fire me if I don’t make them. I’ve made an identical pair before which I’ll share another time.
Pattern: How Cold Is It?
Designer: Drunk Girl Designs
The mitts are especially apt as southern Ontario is currently suffering a stark reminder that we do in fact live quite far north; it’s -10°C here at the moment and expected to get as low as -24°C over the weekend. For a while there I thought I`d get through the entire winter without frost on my eyebrows but that record was broken yesterday.
So there we have it; a project that amuses the fuck out of me every time I look at it.