I realized yesterday that for the past few weeks I've been lagging along with my four unfinished socks thinking I have another ten days or so to finish them but
August actually ends a little before Labour Day Weekend, which I had mentally substituted as the deadline for finishing all my unfinished socks for the August Sockalong. I mean, the name alone should have been a clue that I only have till the end of the month. And I have a long way to go even without the distraction of mittens.
Living on the edge as I do, I continued to ignore my socks last night. Instead I spent nearly two hours knitting (*frogging reknitting repeat from * till blind) the top of mitten #3 so it would match mitten #2 as closely as possible. And then I knit the cuff of mitten #4, found it was too narrow, frogged, and started reknitting to make it match mitten #1.
When #4 is done, I'm done, till the socks are finished and the ends run in. Then it's thumb time.
Somewhere in the midst of the mitten frenzy I wandered over to my needle stash and revisited a needle roll storage thingy I bought at a rummage sale in the spring. Inside, I found these sticks I missed the first time:
I'm wondering what they are. I can't help thinking they look like the hooks Robin Hansen describes in Favorite Mittens - aka the source of all my mitten angst - for the Hooked Mittens some gentleman used to make in acrylic yarn: not a crochet hook, but not a knitting needle either. Still, they do seem to be missing a hook, having been sharpened at the ends like pencils.
They have all been shaved to a flat edge like a screwdriver on top, with a little hole drilled in the top, and one is cracked near the hole; the three that aren't have a little yellow yarn threaded through the hole and something, I can't tell what, written in blue on the flattened edge below the hole.