Warm hands, cold heart
I’ve never owned a pair of mittens before. I’ve always been a smidgen suspicious about the practicality of them.
But over Christmas, I was smitten. I was seduced. Seduced by the easy way a mitten offers itself up to knitters- could there be an easier shaped canvas for colourwork (no tricky fingers!)? And seduced by the beautiful pattern Andalus by Heather Desserud (which is available free on Ravelry- log in/sign up required.)
These are knit in Hedgehog fibres Merino/cashmere fingering in Cold Heart, and an ivory 100% cashmere. The ivory cashmere “bloomed” into fuzzy unexpected softness as soon as I soaked these, hence the blurry kind of halo…
Having finished knitting them up, I love them. I could look at them for hours. But, at the same time, I find myself a little… restricted when wearing them. (I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!)
They are a triumph of beauty over practicality, a victory for form over function. Effectively, they’re little straightjackets for the hands. I can’t write in them, drink a cup of coffee in them or light a lantern, despite the rather carefully staged photos on this page. I certainly can’t operate a camera in them.
There is one thing I can do (and I’m not counting breathing, sleeping or thinking). Watch television. The trouble is, I get distracted. I start examining my mittens instead.
They’ve also become a great excuse: “I’m sorry, I can’t wash up/answer the phone/make the tea, because I’m WEARING MITTENS”. (Accompanied by a gesture of holding up both mittened hands.)
No, it doesn’t always work.