I actually thought I was going to escape the tradition this year. This fall I had a pair of Maine Morning Mitts that would wander for a day or two and then reappear as if they had never been on leave. As long as they returned to their proper home, I was OK with that. We had a working arrangement.
Last week the inevitable happened. I took the mitts with me on a long day of errands. Too many stops to count - in and out, again and again. I had a feeling that something was going to happen to the mitts. When I finally got home, it was late and dark. And I couldn't find the mitts. I told myself that maybe they would surface in the light of day, but deep down I knew they were gone. Instead of finding a new home in the scenic New England countryside, this pair had probably landed in a parking lot.
The next day I made the decision that the time spent trying to track down the mitts would be better spent knitting a new pair. And while I was at it, I decided to use a different pattern. While I love the tried-and-true Maine Morning Mitts, they have a habit of wandering. I've lost more than one pair. So I went in search of a new pattern and settled on this.
Lacunae Mitts by Anne Hanson.
This pattern moves right along. In no time at all I had knit what appeared to be a skinny tube. The tube was transformed with a quick try-on.
Magic. If this pair doesn't wander, they will truly be magical.