At the time, the colors horrified me. (This picture is rather muting the neon-brilliance of the green.) I couldn't believe that the mittens would work out, and consequently dragged my feet about finishing them. Even Alyssa's frequent and sincere expressions of delight over color and pattern couldn't convince me. I handed them over with a shudder of relief.
She wore them all last winter, and every time I saw them out of the corner of my eye I would think, "Wow! What a stunning pair of mittens!" Then, a moment or two later, I would remember... they're MY design. I let Alyssa pick the colors - and she was right about their effect - but I'm the one who put them together. I should be at least a little proud of them.
So here they are: my unloved, painful mittens. Suddenly I'm so proud of them.
I love your mittens in August! It's so hot here, we can't even wear shoes. But I have a pair of half-knit mittens nudging me and another pair waiting to be started. Mittens mean I'm not driving or doing work with my hands! Just walking or sitting and watching the kiddies.
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