Vancouver Fog

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

I wanted these to wear like iron (no pun intended), and I wanted her to be able to throw them in the washer and dryer without worry.  I had most of a ball of pretty blue acrylic, so I started with that.

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.