At SnB the other night (Monday, to be precise. First Tilleys night - fabulous) George commented on the fact that I had knit the 'body' of both squirrely mittens before starting either thumb, and that she always had to do a full mitten at a time - having one completely done before starting the next is a kind of reward.
Thing is, I hate thumbs.
There, said it.
Mostly on account of I despise picking up stitches - from anywhere.
Doesn't matter if it's from a cast-on edge, or up the side of a knitted piece, it just makes me shudder.
Consequently I avoid it like one might avoid the plague.
Or the food court at the mall during school holidays.
I knit and knit on the body of one mitten then the next trying to ignore the fact that eventually I will have to knit those thumbs in.
Then, when I finally can't put it off any more, I knit very grudgingly cursing every stitch of what should really be the quickest part of the mitt-knit.
And those are the times that I wish I knit socks instead.
This weekend it was time wrestle the demon thumbs.
Would you believe I still only finished one??
I swear it's not just my thumb aversion holding me back.
I blame the male gymnasts for one - who could look away from those guys as they swing and flip and twirl on and off of the apparatus?
And even the football had me too enthralled to concentrate on (or even glance at) my knitting. (Olympic football, that is. Not AFL. I know nothing about AFL this week... was there a game on?)
We're taping anything after 11(ish) in an attempt to combat the sleep deprivation. (Mind you, we have a TV in our room, so anything mildly interesting is bound to keep me watching and awake regardless.)
Then we can fast forward through for what we're interested in (Mostly equestrian and gymnastics. And weight-lifting - LOVE the weight-lifting!) the next day.
These squirrely mittens are so almost finished - once I knock-over this second thumb I just have to sew up the cuff and weave in the ends and they're done =)
Now, if I can just keep my eyes off the pommel final then we might get somewhere...