The dread mitten Roberts is powerful, but not self-knitting.
Clearly.
Because I knitted enough to get from below the fingers to past the thumb….
And then cast on for socks.
What’s that about?
At least it was Dave’s sportweight yarn, which is more beautiful knitted up than I’d imagined it was.
Here’s my naughty and blametastic favorite and incessantly cute Picasso and I, this morning when he woke me up.
