An extremely beautiful oven mitt

Checking gauge might have been a good idea. I am proceeding with the at this point possibly very delusional hope that the mitten won't be too big for the tiny, thin bones of my should-have-been-a-pianist/osteoporosis-here-I-come hand.






















But the pattern itself is very pretty.












































Maybe felting would shrink it enough? Does alpaca even felt? Or maybe I need to think about who among my friends has big hands.

I have also started one of three baby projects for one of three friends due in May. All three are Canadian - two, however, are living in exile from their homeland, so that kind of blows this theory I was working on where the sex lives of Canadians are largely controlled by the extreme Canadian weather.

Filatura deCrosa has recently come out with a new line of colors for its (machine washable) Zara merino line. It's a bit hard to see from the photo, but there's a lovely heathered twist mixed in with the colors.

















It's quite disheartening to think of them covered in baby puke.

Mmmm. Noro. Pretty.

Not much else to say - I re-wound one of the balls of yarn to get brown stripes at both ends of the scarf, though in retrospect this fit of anal retentiveness might not have been in the spirit of the design. Now the ends are slightly mismatched, which is way more annoying than the quirky charm of totally mismatched. Of course I will wear it anyway - in fact, I broke it in today by taking a walk across Central Park to check out a few exhibits at the Met. It was a cold, gray, rainy January day, and the scarf kept me warm and dry, if not exactly cheery.