Friday, June 12, 2009
Meditation Mittens - a free pattern
I don't share much about my non-knitting or -writing life (gosh, is there even anything left after writing and knitting?) but I will say this: the last month or so has been a time of High Stress, without any of the amusing moments of the similarly named High Anxiety.
Shortly before the HS began, I cast on for these mittens. I had stumbled across the blog What Housework? and loved Jessie's writing and photographs, and then I visited her shop and really, really loved her gift for colour.* I fell hard for this lovely green in Bristol Real Vermonter and when it arrived, along with an undyed mate I thought might be an interesting contrast, I was amazed by its touch factor. This yarn was made to Jessie's specifications and shows her flair - it's got bite, somehow, and it's invigorating to work with.
I started right in on my favourite mittens in Favorite Mittens, but I couldn't follow the pattern to save my life. So I decided to maximize the softness and warmth for Jessie's yarn by stranding it and designed this pattern, right on my hand. Later I designed a man's size, on a nearby man's hand.
During the HS I've been knitting three projects. One is pleasantly mindless; one is eye and hand candy (I'm looking at you, Vesper Sock Club Socks); and these mittens - these are the ones that calm me down. You can't be stressed and be weaving yarn back and forth as you change colours for each stitch; the work reminds you with every movement to breathe deeply, to slow your pace, to be where you are. I am enormously grateful to have had the support of these mittens, and even though it is now summer here I am enormously pleased to put them on, every time I notice them on the side of my desk.
I hope the same is true for anyone who cares to knit a pair themselves.
Download the .pdf of Meditation Mittens
* I am also more than smitten with Jessie's spinning gear, but that's another story - suffice it to say that next time she stocks up with her husband's hand-made applewood nostepinnes, the line forms behind me.