Alpaca Kathy emptied a bag onto her kitchen counter the other night and out spilled some marvellous Norwegian mittens. They are beautiful, knit and then abandoned by a friend of hers, all complete but for the thumbs. They are too long for Kathy's hands. "You want them?" she asked me.
wow. Did I.
I am a little troubled by the thumbs. I mean, what kind of knitter makes the first mitten then proceeds to the second without making the thumb? I knit things in sequence in a pretty narrative way: fronts, back, sleeves, button bands, and so forth. It would feel unnatural to me to start in on the second mitten while the first one wasn't complete, sitting there as a finished and admirable incentive to avoid second mitten syndrome (is there such a thing?). We knitters have our personal quirks, and this is one knitter's methodology. I come here not to question her (too much), but (mostly) to brag to the blog that I am about to have a pair of prize purple mittens and I didn't have to do much for them.
I thought first about the title of the post, and couldn't settle on just one. The possibilities all reminded me of the crap puns my local crap paper excels in, like:
Thumb-body Loves Me.
Look Ma! No Thumbs!
and so forth. So no title, unless of course, you can think of one.