Endpaper mitts, the terrible twos

I’m definitely dragging a bit on the second version of this pattern. I ended up giving the first pair to my brother’s girlfriend because they fit her better than me and she really liked them. They just moved back to Minnesota, so I know they’ll be put to good use. The colors in this version are really growing on me. I wasn’t a huge fan at first. I have eighteen rows until the ribbing! But who’s counting?

This weekend in Fayetteville is Bikes, Blues, and Barbeque. If you never experience it, lucky you, in my opinion. Fayetteville has been taken over by bikers. Thousands of them from Wednesday to Sunday. I have nothing against bikers, but this town is a madhouse right now. I don’t think it would be nearly so bad if I didn’t live so close to downtown with all the action (constant bike noise) and have to compete for parking because the apt manager sells spots in our lot. It’s not worth going out of the house. Knitting time.

3 thoughts on “Endpaper mitts, the terrible twos

  1. Hey Cassy, it’s Carrie…I posted on my knitting blog that I was blogging no longer, that was a bit of a lie. I have remade my blog to be mostly a writing blog (should you be interested in my first love) I just don’t want my mother following me over there as some topics are no appropriate for my mothers eyes. Anyway, I’m now at http://fallingwords.wordpress.com

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