Defeating the Trolls

My work is heated by a gang of sadistic trolls.  Sometimes they sneak in after I leave for the day and turn off the heat altogether.  They have the heating unit in the conference room, which is what "heats" my office, rigged so it either blows full-blast regardless of the temperature or refuses to turn on.  After giving them gold, bagels, and a promise for my firstborn (suckers), I have decided that I don't want to play with them anymore.

So I knit these:

Regina Cable and Bobble Fingerless Mitts (pattern here) 

in indigodragonfly's MCN sock, 

I Can't Believe It's Not Pewter colorway

Take that, trolls!

After deciding that I was the boss of my hobby, I wanted to knit something fun.

So I knit another, identical pair.  I gave them away to the person who loves my knitting the most, and now they're keeping her hands warm while she works.  I was able to knit something enjoyable, and somebody loves them.  Win-win.

I have a slight problem when it comes to the yarn:  I love this yarn so much that I simultaneously want to sing its praises and keep it a secret.  I am afraid if I tell you how much I love this yarn, you might decide to buy some for yourself.  Not a knitter?  Doesn't matter.  This yarn is so soft you might want to buy it just to stroke gently in times of stress.  I love this yarn so much that I've weighed what's left of the ball (after knitting two pair of fingerless gloves--pretty groovy), and am trying to decide what else I can make with 1.2 oz.of yarn.  I'll find something.  Have no fear.

I think the only possible solution to my fibery dilemma is this: Buy this yarn if you have to, but after you've pet it awhile, give it to me.