... I thought I should take a photograph, for the record books (aka Ravelry).
These are pretty special mittens, but since they pre-date my Ravelry years, I hadn't bothered to photograph them before. A certain incident on the weekend (to be discussed shortly) made me rethink this decision. So, here they are: one of my earliest knitting projects and my very first mitten knitting.
My inaugural knitting project (as an adult) was a scarf (naturally). Almost every knitter in the world stupidly, or not stupidly, starts with a garter stitch scarf. If you can get through THAT many rows of garter stitch, you have the perseverance required to take up this craft. I still have this scarf. But I have never actually worn it... and will likely never photograph it.
These mittens might have been my second knitting project (or maybe there was a baby blanket - garter stitch, of course, with a few yarn-overs to keep it fresh - in there too). But, the blanket has long been sent of to its recipient, so these mittens now count as the earliest real knitting project I have a record of. And I love them so.
While they're not the warmest things, I wear them many days each winter. They fit perfectly over my hands. The pattern is from an old mitten pamphlet of my mom's and there are still her small edits dotted in pencil throughout the entire thing. I love that. She was likely noting customizations for mittens to fit my hands (she knit me so many mittens throughout my childhood) but, for these mittens, I stuck with the printed instructions and it seems my hands have grown into them perfectly.
I have no idea what the yarn is - likely an acrylic blend picked up from a local Michael's or Walmart - back when I didn't know knitting or this city. While my tastes in how yarn feels (and smells... yes) have changed so much in the last few years, this blue multi-coloured yarn will always be among my favourites because it was the one that started it all.
And now.... about that golden retriever:
On Sunday, I took Boomer to the dog park and in the few seconds of chaos while I tried to unhook his gentle leader while holding a bag of poop while holding my right-hand mitten while warding off the four big dogs who came to sniff out the new guy...... i dropped the mitten and one of the big dogs - a golden retriever - scooped it up and took off across the park.
Before I even realized it was missing, his owner was running after him yelling at him to drop it and I saw the Golden desperately gulp down my mitten before being caught. Gone. Hours of handknitting gone. Why on earth couldn't I have dropped the poop bag instead!!!
I apologized profusely and assured the owner that it was mitten of quality material (wool and mohair surely digests nicely?) but I'm not sure that helped the situation and I received nothing more than a quick apology as he and the Golden left - and a promise to return the mitten if he "found" it... um, yeah, no thanks.
Here's the thing... I have known a fair number of Golden Retrievers in my life, and of all the dogs I've known and loved (a list which includes a pit bull, a boxer, THREE beagles, terriers, countless labs, a coon hound).... the Golden's are BY FAR the most pleasing. Something tells me there was a reason that Golden Retriever felt he had to swallow a (beautiful handknit) mitten, and it's likely the same reason why I hardly got an apology. (okay, I'll step down from my soapbox now).
You'll probably hear me mention this incident again (maybe you have already). It's been my go-to story since it happened.