There are a plethora of cold hands in my office this Fall.
And ever since I made my first pair of Endpaper Mitts, there have been several requests from coworkers for their own set of fingerless mitts.
Why does everyone at work want fingerless mitts, you ask? Because we have to type stuff. Lots of stuff. And the office is a meat locker.
A meat locker run by a polar bear with hyperthermia. I am embarrassed to admit that these mitts were promised to my friend from work a long time ago. And I just now finished them. One entire winter later. I am the world's slowest retail outlet.
I've got a third pair on the needles now, in tan and brown. I'll show them to you when I remember to take pictures in the (quickly depleting) daylight hours.
Anyone else want a pair while I'm on a roll? Send me two colors of Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino, wait approximately 8-9 months, and you can have a set of your very own. (Maybe. If I don't get distracted by some other project. Which I most certainly will.)