and so the project begins. fingerless mitts. When it comes to cooking I'm an improviser for sure. I read a recipe, close the book and cook by gut--and though gut may not be the most palatable word, its what I do. A dash of this, sprinkle of that, hmmm add one part what's dying in the fridge and often I come up with something pretty good.
When it comes to knitting well improvisation may be a wee bit trickier and to be sure I am following a pattern for these mitts...well mostly. Truth is though I like to see where my hands take me. Sometimes the journey leads to ripping out a whole bunch of stitches and sometimes not. When it comes to these mitts. I've gotten as far as the cuff. I'm going to knit a little more and try to work the palm and figure out how to get a thumb in there. Consulting a pattern here to be sure. Fortunately, I decided ahead of time these would be the stylin fingerless sort of mitten so I'll not be pulling my hair out to the tune of figuring out how to knit fingers...yet. Who knows maybe I'll be pulling my hair out over something else but I'll remember to loosen up mama--have some fun you can always try again.
Knitting and purling onward in the night to the light of a most exquisite moon. One I wish I could have captured on film.
oh beautiful moon
Silver clouds lay
gently
beneath her glow
evergreens rise etched in velvet.
hard notes of the day washed away in the
striking glow of her round belly
