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mittens for you

This scheme was provoked by Rachael Herron, a writer and knitter who offered up on Instagram a pair of hand knitted socks for three lucky folk. All potential winners need to do is register to vote and/or register others to vote in November’s election. 

What a great idea, I thought. But didn’t know how to jump on the bandwagon because I’m pretty sure that everyone I come into contact with is already registered* already. And then I had an idea.

In January of last year, I bought the pattern for Bristol Ivy’s Peace de Resistance mittens. I fully intended to have knitted them by now -- but, um, haven’t. I’d like to, though. PLUS I’d like to knit them to further a cause. I have a tendency to do this with mittens.

They look like this when finished:


(I contacted Ms Ivy and she’s cool with my plan, btw. My plan is also partisan. We can get into a larger discussion about why I’m #TeamNotRepublican later, if you’d like. My leanings, however, have never been hidden.)

If you’d like to have a pair o’ resist mittens knitted for you in your choice of colors, here’s what you need to do:

1) Go to The Last Weekend, which is sponsored by Swing Left. 

2) Register to do something. 

3) Come back here and comment that you’ve committed to doing something. 

4) On August 15, I’ll randomly draw a name and knit ‘em some mittens.

5) There is no five. Only four steps are required. 

Sound like a plan? 



* RIGHT?!? 

this time, I sew

I am a huge fan of the souvenir craft project. Sometimes, it involves yarn bought at, say, a delightful shop in Portland or beads bought in Prague. Not only will the finished object always remind me of the trip, working on it will, too. Couple that with my Liberty Tana Lawn problem* and the reality that one of the few items sold by their London shop that I can afford are pillow kits....


This pillow lives in my work office. I picked up a kit when I presented a lecture years ago in Cambridge at Anglia Ruskin** and spent an extra day kicking around London. Sometimes, life is pretty sweet.


I finished this little guy over the weekend. He lives on our window seat (for now). It's a souvenir from our February trip to Edinburgh and London that I finally got around to putting together. I can't look at it without remembering the Teen and I having a blast in Liberty; then getting moderately (and amusingly) lost in Soho. Again, life can be sweet.

Tomorrow I'll have a project-to-be that you won't be able to resist.**


* we all have our vices. Some are just more obscure than others.

** Sometimes, I have to brag. It'll pass.

*** The corgi enjoys eating my throw pillows, which is why the blue one is in my campus office where no corgis tread. She hasn't munched one for at least a year but I'm totally ready to move the purple one up on campus, too, if it will extend its life.

****I chose this word carefully