NB: This post is about knitting. Knitting for love. And if you still don't care, then you're DEAD INSIDE.
November 1st marked the first day of Katr's Birthday Month and I wanted to kick it off with a warm and snuggly gift that said "Here's the thing I promised I would knit you months ago! To keep your hands warm while you're typing! The things that you've watched me knit every night for weeks! That you picked out the yarn for! Yeah! Surprise!"
The great thing is that she DID act surprised and delighted when I presented her with her gift - a pair of her very own Knucks. You'll notice in the photos below that I didn't do any embroidery on the knucks, because embroidery is for the weak. And by "the weak", I mean, "people who actually know how to embroider."
Katr's Birthday Month Knucks
Pre-assembly shots - I had to label each finger. Because counting stitches is for douchebags.
If I was making Knucks for Michael Jackson, I'd be done by now. Ha ha ha! Ha HA!
Gratuitous yarn shot - thanks for the lovely yarn, Jech!!
Knucks avec gorgeous hand model
Katr gleefully put on the knucks and toddled off to her computer, to enjoy their warm, snuggly goodness. Seconds later, we learned that:
1) Typing with knucks on is like spelunking for your date's nipples under a padded bra (not impossible, but difficult); and
2) It's really the tips of your fingers that get cold. That's right. The parts of your fingers that will never be covered by knucks.
Sorry, Katr. But at least you'll fit right in with the gang in my new adaptation of Dickens' classic Oliver Twist entitled "Please Sir, May I Know Where You Got that Fabulous Cerulean Cravat?"
Speaking of homos, have no fear Padu - I'm still working on your sweater:
