One of my closest friends is anemic. Actually, saying she's anemic is sort of like saying the Grand Canyon is a big hole. As such, she's cold cold cold. As a knitter, I find that offensive.
I gave her a pair of knucks I had lying around, and then set about to knit her something heavier.
Vancouver Fog knit in Vanna's Choice in Sapphire and Fern
When I neared the end of the second mitt, I saw that there was no way I was going to have enough blue. No problem. I popped over to Michaels.... problem. They don't carry that color anymore. I ripped out part of the first mitt, knit it in green with a blue stripe, and then knit the second one to match. That way, I had enough blue to finish the thumbs. I've decided to pretend that I was intending to make it sporty.
Let me know if you feel cold. If I were a superhero, making knitwear would be my superpower.