Miss Sophie’s Hands - The Gloves That Never Ended
Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009
Gloves, I thought. I should make gloves. I had never made gloves before, but that didn’t matter. How hard could it be? I browsed through patterns to find the perfect pair. Not too simple — that would be boring. But not so fiddly that they would be WIPs until the end of time.
Enter Miss Sophie’s Hands. They had cables, sure. But it wouldn’t take too long. I bought the pattern and excitedly set out to start knitting them. It was going well, until I hit the bobbles. A whole row of bobbles. Ever done that before? It took forever, which probably was aided by the fact that I was watching random whatever’s-on TV. Phew, I thought, done with that!
Then, the charts began.
I usually get tired of charts, but this kept me amused because I could anticipate the pattern. That’s what I thought, anyway, until I realized I had messed up about two inches back — an eternity in Chart Land — and had to rip it out. All while reknitting what had been frogged I was depressed by how I failed at life. It was laid out in front of me, but I could not follow a simple chart! No, I had to go and “figure it out”, thus dooming my future.
This little setback soon was behind me, and I knit like a demon until I finished the first glove. Ecstatic at my accomplishment, I spent more time than I’d like to admit admiring my now-gloved hand.
I have suffered from Second Sock Syndrome many times before, but this was my first case of Second Glove Syndrome. Instead of starting the next glove right away, I took a “break”. How glorious it was! But, alas, I had a deadline. A trip to a climate colder than SoCal warranted gloves. Though it took a little longer, I did manage to finish the pair!
Tonight I took them on a test run to go walk the dogs and they performed nicely. My fingers stayed toasty warm!
Gloves, I thought. I should make gloves. I had never made gloves before, but that didn’t matter. How hard could it be? I browsed through patterns to find the perfect pair. Not too simple — that would be boring. But not so fiddly that they would be WIPs until the end of time.
Enter Miss Sophie’s Hands. They had cables, sure. But it wouldn’t take too long. I bought the pattern and excitedly set out to start knitting them. It was going well, until I hit the bobbles. A whole row of bobbles. Ever done that before? It took forever, which probably was aided by the fact that I was watching random whatever’s-on TV. Phew, I thought, done with that!
Then, the charts began.
I usually get tired of charts, but this kept me amused because I could anticipate the pattern. That’s what I thought, anyway, until I realized I had messed up about two inches back — an eternity in Chart Land — and had to rip it out. All while reknitting what had been frogged I was depressed by how I failed at life. It was laid out in front of me, but I could not follow a simple chart! No, I had to go and “figure it out”, thus dooming my future.
This little setback soon was behind me, and I knit like a demon until I finished the first glove. Ecstatic at my accomplishment, I spent more time than I’d like to admit admiring my now-gloved hand.
I have suffered from Second Sock Syndrome many times before, but this was my first case of Second Glove Syndrome. Instead of starting the next glove right away, I took a “break”. How glorious it was! But, alas, I had a deadline. A trip to a climate colder than SoCal warranted gloves. Though it took a little longer, I did manage to finish the pair!
Tonight I took them on a test run to go walk the dogs and they performed nicely. My fingers stayed toasty warm!
