It's almost a month since I wrote here last, that long dark month between November and December. I've been humming and hah-ing, writing and re-writing and finally conclude that if knitters near the Arctic Circle Lene and Harpa can present a good face during the short days, then so can I.
Love is an old pair of black gloves; at least it has been for me this past week. I knit them a year or 2 ago for my husband and he only recently complained in his mild way that the fit on the baby finger wasn't right. Don't worry, I won't torture you with photos except for this one which shows the fingers after I cut them off.
There's an article about gloves in the most recent issue of Cast On. It has now finally sunk into my brain that after you have knit the cuff and thumb and built up the hand, it's best to knit the baby finger first before building up the hand with a few more rounds and completing the other fingers. I don't like the way they tell you to close the finger tips like sacks of flour though. I prefer to kitchener them shut. Pigs will fly before I knit anyone else a pair of custom gloves.
Otherwise, all my knitting is plain socks and pleated tea cosies that I can't even show you because they're presents for familial lurkers on this blog, however I promised a link to the pattern to Debby and a few others at the LYS so here it is. And here's a photo of an old one. That's Aniko's sister making an appropriate face in the background.
A few weeks ago, when I was coming back from a cold or something, I blurted out that I had made soup with chicken's feet in it. A few of those present recoiled in horror. Well, I'm not alone in adding the feet to chicken broth and here's the proof. It's a long established ingredient according to Simply Recipes. And there's a kosher recipe too, over here.
And that's all I'm saying.