The Mitten Story

Once there was a fiberfiend who gorged herself on some lovely yarn at a local yarn shop. The yarn was so nice and green and gold and soft and there were some 4 skeins available. The yarn was hers.

Happily she skipped her way home holding the yummy yarn to her bosom (okay folks stop laughing, this is a G-rated blog. Kiddies may be listening!) and dreaming of what this yarn would be. However, once home there were diapers to be changed and dinner to be made and homework to be done and letters to write. So, the yarn was asked to be patient and wait it's turn. It obliged and said it would be quiet and wait on a shelf. Days went by and yarn was quiet. And chores carried on and still the yarn waited. Most patiently it waited.

One day the fiberfiend picked up the yarn, stroked it and asked the yarn what it would like to be. However the yarn seemed to be in a slumber and wouldn't answer. So back on the shelf it went, the fiend sure that it was destined to be something great.

Summer came along and the yarn was moved to a safer spot with it's own cache of lavendar, rosemary and other goodies until Autumn when it would be wakened.

However, time went on and the yarn stayed in it's cozy little spot. Then one day, a spry young troop of Girl Scouts asked the fiberfiend for knitting lessons. Of course the fiend couldn't resist enabling young ones to the lure of the yarn. So she opened her coffers of yarn and allowed the young girls to choose as desired what yarn they would like to have.

Somehow, the lovely yarn was overlooked by the fiend and away it went with the grrls. Proud now that they were picking up knitting like true little fiber fiends. All chatty and discussing future trips to other yarn shops. <>

Now admittly it is more then a few years later and a single skein of yarn cried out from the coffers asking to be knit. The fiend hearing it's cry dug the yarn out of the box and realized that it would make a grand pair of mittens! So down she sat with her favorite pair of number 5 dpns and started knitting. Cast on went well, no splitting. On to the stocking stitch and the stitches were clear and firm and in a word quite beautiful. On to the thumb opening, picking up stitches was a dream. Then the hand and top of the mitten. Total time was just a couple of hours and a lovely mitten was to be had. See?



So back to the coffers flew the fiend in search of another ball of yarn to knit the second mitten. hmmmm, Not there. So to the closet. Still no sign of a second skein. Backroom, still no yarn.

BLAST IT!!!

Next, to the super secret place not to be spoken out loud..... nope. Not there either. Hence, one sad lonely mitten. Doesn't it look sad?



Being as I don't have a yarn band, and don't remember the name of the yarn poor lonely mitten will remain lonely. Unless one of you happens to know of someone in need of a single but lovely mitten.