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Unraveling the Pageturner Mitts

Going back to the very beginning - or nearly there, anyway. When I was 15, I learned to knit at my LYS (that's Local Yarn Store for you muggles). I wasn't terribly taken with it, but when someone started a teen knitting club at my local library the next year, I started attending the monthly meetings.

Because I had an earning-favor-through-accomplishments complex, I ended up being the only person who came to literally every meeting. So when the librarian who had founded the club moved away, she left me in charge of running it.

Thus forced to stay engaged and interested, I found my limited knowledge pushed in every direction. Teens came every month wanting to learn, and many of them wanted to learn things that I didn't know how to do. Thankfully, our meeting room was right by 746.432 (the Dewey Decimal designation for knitting books) so we learned together.

One of the first things that a need arose for was a good project for beginners. For some reason that I fail to comprehend, scarves are the go-to for a first project - but I found that assigning someone to make 6 feet of utter boredom was a good way to keep them from coming back. So I created the Pageturner Mitts as a project for the beginners. It worked with whatever yarn and needles we had available in the box of donated supplies, and most people could finish the first one in the time the meeting took.

It is and always has been free - I didn't want anything to stand in the way of someone learning to knit and having a finished object that they would be proud to wear. Find the pattern here, and check back tomorrow for the story behind the Hogwarts House Tie!

This is day two of my series 31 Days of Unraveling Designs - check here for intro and post list!


Rebekah Ellis said…
I may have to give this a whirl. I haven't picked up my needles and yarn in eons - way too long - and these look like they might be a rather undaunting way back in.

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31 Days of Unraveling Designs

It's that time of year again... the 31 Days writing challenge starts today! Bloggers from all over will be writing every day of the month of October on the topic of their choosing. This will be my fourth year participating - the first year I did 7 for 31, and spent a month going through Jen Hatmaker's book 7. The second year I did 31 Days of Sustainable Dwelling, and wrote about local and fair trade living. Last year I was busy but still wanted to participate, so I went the easy route with 31 Days of Everyday Beautiful.

This year I'm diving into my greatest passion: knitting! I'll spend this month looking at past designs and talking about the inspiration behind them, so there will be plenty of regular life mixed in with the stitching - and there may be discount codes for the patterns that I write about. You'll just have to read and see!

Pattern index:

Pageturner Mitts
Hogwarts House Tie
Urban Artemis
Graffiti for Humanity
Love Out Loud
Strange Jacket


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