Lost

I've written before about my tendency to misplace things.  This weekend my losing streak veered into knitting territory, once again in record time. 

I finished Tiny Sushi's wonderful Chevron Mitt pattern on Saturday, weaving in the ends from the Q train on my way to Cassie's.  My fellow knitters oohed and ahhhed accordingly over the chevron cable pattern running up the back of the hands.  They are were really lovely. 

Yes, I'm afraid you'll have to take my word (and theirs) that these mittens ever existed.  By Sunday afternoon they were gone.  The leftover yarn bits are all I have as proof of their origin.  As far as I can tell, they went MIA somewhere between Park Slope and Union Square.  If you happen to see them roaming the streets of NY, please let me know.  At the very least, I hope they're on the hands of someone who appreciates them. 

After a brief period of mourning, I picked myself up this morning and got yarn to make a second, identical pair.  I don't do repeat knits very often, but this is a special exception, and the pattern is really fun to knit.  A little part of me is still hoping that they'll turn up, so I'll be casting on for some gift knitting Stulpen mitts to tide me over. 

My pattern details, minus any finished photos, are up on Ravelry.

Comments

[cari]

Noooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jackie]

ohhhhhhh no! did you possibly leave them at Cassie's?

[Michelle]

Gasp! No! Oh, that sucks! And the leftover yarn looks so forlorn, too...

[Cassie]

No way! I left the Xmas socks at Cassie's, so maybe the mitts stayed there too?

[nipper jenn]

OH, that sucks so much, honey. Good for you making the second pair, though.

Send me your address. I have yarn for you. Sorry to miss you on Saturday!!

[Juno]

This makes me seriously sad.

So pretty, so short lived. Only the good go young. Something like that, anyway.

I did cast on my own pair last night. Handspun cashmere/silk/merino. Maybe I'll make a mitten cord to run up my sleeves, just in case.

[Cassie]

Sorry this is so late - as much as I loved them, I promise you didn't leave them here. I would give them back if you did, really.

Sigh. A moment of silence for the glorious Chevron Mitts.