All last week I was working on a presentation on knitting in the 1840s. Found out some really cool stuff, which I intend to share here, but you know the saying about paving the road with good intentions.
Instead, here's some knitting from February:
My favorite tapas chef (you have one too, right?) admired my fingerless gloves this winter, and since he'd managed to squeeze in our party of seven on a Saturday night with no reservations, I figured I owed him, big time.
Plus, he buys me drinks.
Sized for man hands, with the Spanish flag and plenty of black so they don't show dirt.