Sing Along with Me! A One and a Two and a Three!

One of these things is not like the other,

One of these things just doesn't belong.

Can you tell me which thing is not like the other

By the time I finish my song?

Did you guess which thing is not like the other?

Did you guess which thing just doesn't belong?

If you guess which one is not like the other,

Then, you're absolutely right!

Cue in the Sad Trombone and select your favorite George Jones tune. I don't know what happened. Well, I guess I do know what happened. I put the one on the right down, finished the manuscript of my book and then picked up the one on the left without comparing it to the finished one. I counted the stitches on the gusset and thought 13 was what I had done before and finished the tube of the hand in a flight of fancy. "Oh, she's just going to love these mitts!" I thought as I bound off. Then today, I thought it was high time I post about these simple mitts and give you all a nice recipe to work a pair of your own without a pattern. "Yeah! That'd make a great Friday post in a series of no-post days! What a way to break back into posting regularly!"

"Hey, wait a second" I thought as I looked at the nearly finished one on the left, "this here tube for the hand looks mighty skinny."

"But Girlfriend has small hands; she's only 10," the other side of me said.

"Look at that thumb gusset. It's weird," the first side of me said.

The other side: "Yeah, you're onto something there. Wha happened?"

Friends. I have no idea what happened. I do not know. I do know that this happens to me more often than I'd like to admit. Even when no cocktails are involved. In fact, I can tell you that no cocktails were involved with this one. Not a-one.

And I can also tell you that it was 90 degrees the other day. These will not fit Girlfriend next season. 

I will finish the other one properly and give you the recipe. The pair will go to a deserving little girl.

But only after a cocktail. Happy Friday.

May all of you handle your defeats with grace.

Because that is the right thing to do.

Knitting is fun.

I promise I am not grinding my teeth as I type this. I totally promise.