Turns out, the thumbs were indeed something to fear. Not for lack of clarity in Amy Loberg’s lovely design, but just because there’s a motif involved. Picking up stitches from the waste yarn was harder than I thought because of all those strands carried behind the fabric, not to mention the particular (and delightful) fuzziness of the yarn.
I am inappropriately proud of these. They are light and warm and fancy-looking, presidential alpaca sources notwithstanding. My finest achievement yet! I took them to church to show them off to a friend who is a big fan of mittens (is that two sins or one?). When the second one is done, I shall be stuffing them into people’s faces whenever I wear them out. “Talk to the hand” will take on a whole new meaning.
“Look at this ninja knitting!” I said, holding my mittened hand up to my son. He rolled his eyes and said--with the absolute knowledge only a fifteen year old can produce--"Mom, ninjas do not wear mittens.”
If they saw these, I bet they would reconsider.