this is the time of year that finds me scurrying about
as i rack my brain trying to remember
the so called ‘easy to remember place’ where
i stashed all my fingerless mitts for the summer.
now there’s frost
on the lawn
while we’re waiting for the school buses
and despite being sure that i wrote myself a note so i’d remember
(don’t laugh, but i can’t find the note either. it’s lost, too!)
the tried and true mitts
are nowhere to be seen, but i’ve got these new rivi mitts
knit up in local shearer aaron loux‘s locally sourced bulky weight yarn
my hands are happily toasty
and one of these days i’m gonna fine the other mitts
and it’s gonna feel like Christmas all over again.