You know what cures sweater knitting?  Mitting (mitten knitting).  If it’s not a word, it should really be one.  Mitting.  You’re welcome.

I had to give up my job at the yarn store recently.  It was a sad day for all of us (me especially, since I just gave up the best thing an obsessed knitter could ever have: an employee discount at their favorite LYS), but it was just one of things that had to be done.  Before I left, they graciously let me go on one last shopping spree with my discount (which basically means I worked for free that day).  And hoo boy!  Did I ever go on a spree.  I bought some Fibre Company in Canopy Fingering, which is splendidly soft and I want it all over my face and hands.  I bought all the things that I’ve been wanting but never got before.  Believe it or not, my self-control is rather strong and most days I come home after a hard day of yarn fluffing with no yarn for myself.  I just don’t talk about those days.  Probably because I’m in a dark needy mood for not having purchased yarn and also most likely because those stories aren’t any fun for anyone.

Wanna know what is fun?!  Mitting.  Mitting llamas!  Llamas all in their neat little rows!  Llamas laughing and prancing.  Big llamas, little llamas, left llamas, right llamas!  I’m crazy about llamas!!

Best thing ever about mitting:  throw caution to the wind and forget your swatch!  Ya I said it.  The thing is if it works out, then perfect!  You now have a mitten!  If it doesn’t, well then sorry, but you’ll have to unravel that mitten cuff.  But it’s tiny, so who cares?!  Yes, this is seriously the delusional speech that I gave to myself when I started this project.  No, I don’t regret my decision.  I started mitting the left one, then I figured out what I really wanted and started the one on the right.  Soon, there will be a row of big llamas over the little llamas and they will dance and sing together on my hands while I wave frantically at random people so they will be forced to look at my llamas.

Ask me if I’m also crazy enough to start knitting my second mitten from the same yarn balls as the first but from the opposite end because I didn’t want to break the yarn but I still wanted to see my big llamas.  If you’re afraid of the answer, I will just reassure you and let you know that I got this.  It’s going to be ok.  The llamas said so.

Have you knit any llamas recently?  If you had a llama, what would you name it?  I would name mine Dolly.  Haha, get it?  Dolly Llama.  We’d be best friends.

Linking with Tami and other WIPers.