A couple of years ago, Ron asked for a pair of three fingered mitts.
Not Hunter’s Mitts. Not gloves. And not, god forbid, covertible mitts. Three fingered mitts. That look exactly like this:
I know, because he drew me a picture of what he wanted, and then we went on a field trip to Lettuce Knit to pick out the yarn. (Occasionally he takes the mitts back there to visit their “brothers”) Apparently he had a pair of fleece ones when he worked at Canada’s Wonderland in his youth and has been pining for them ever since.
I think they’re just weird. But he thinks they’re the best thing ever. I think he may even like them more than me.
Troiclaux the pattern.
Knit well and prosper?