“Romantic Fingerless Gloves”
I’ve had this glove pattern for a while now but never used it. I really enjoyed making these while watching the race this afternoon. It took me about 4 hours of leisurely crocheting with breaks and stuff. Easy. I love the two buttons I found in my button jar that Kate gave me for my birthday last year. I’ve had more fun looking and digging through those buttons. Who knew buttons were so much fun?
The pattern is on Ravelry for purchase HERE. I used (you guessed it)…H.L. I Love This Yarn in Warm Brown and a size J hook. I would have modeled them for the picture, but my nails look like crap right now. Time for a mani/pedi very soon. The Captain said I looked very “hip” wearing them. Ha-ha. Do people use that term anymore?
Okay, okay, you have not left me after all. I was just being needy. Thank you all for being there, commenting or not. I miss you when you’re quiet and start getting worried that I’ve said something horrible to run you off…or it’s a conspiracy and someone has stolen all my friends. Ahh…my friend Paranoia is always there to keep me company. Heh-heh.
And just so you know…I am always there reading you guys also. Okay, sometimes I skim, but don’t tell anybody. I don’t always comment when I know I should either. I tend to clam up a little when it comes to that. Isn’t that silly? I can’t help it. I’m a social retard. (You’d never know it by reading here, but it’s true.) But I try because I know it does mean a lot, even if it’s just a couple of words.
To answer the question several of you have asked…
No, I did NOT get a dog, but we did go to Trade Days on Saturday. I played with the cutest and BIGGEST 7-week-old Great Dane puppy. I could not get over how big his feet were. They were my favorite color for Great Danes, Harlequin, which is just a fancy word for black and white splotches. This is what they look like full-grown:
And for your information, I didn’t ask to take home any of the puppies we saw…not one. And they even had Boston Terriers and Pugs. I must be growing up…not a chance!
Groovy gloves, man.