Just for the record, weaving in ends is not my favorite thing to do.
And these mitts..... dang do they have ends!
I was all psyched to say Done! and DONE... but was beginning to think it'd be a couple of days before that happens. Something about burning out on end weaving (not to mention finger grafting). This meant that I'd weave, and kitchener, until I want to throw it across the room, then set the thing down and do anything else for awhile.
And the anything else is so distracting!
There's the man-lace socks... Well, they were gonna be man-lace socks, but the man-lace pattern is doing nothing for me in this yarn.
Again... far too fussy for what you get out of it at this gauge. Froggity froggity.
And then this morning I was attacked by a ball of Sirdar Snuggly Bamboo Baby, which would not relent until I'd cast on for a cowl.
And of course, the ever beloved Irtfa'a, who is declining further photography for the time being.