I’ve been attacked by a viscous virus known as Second Glove Syndrome. Hetty knows of that which I speak.
I started in enthusiastically as most knitters do when embarking on a new project. Then I got to the fingers. Pesky fingers. Still, I muddled my way through them. That is until I got to the thumb.
Do you see a finished thumb?

No. You don’t.
I let that glove sit and languish for well over a two weeks and Christmas is soon becoming nothing but a distant memory. I let distractions get in the way of the goal line. There were socks, earrings, and there was even a new camera.
In desperation, I joined a group in the hopes it would motivate me. The thing is, if you don’t ask for help then you probably won’t get it and I just couldn’t muster the courage to ask.
So I settled in and had a little talk with myself. It basically went something like this:
“Friend has cold hands. Friend need gloves. Finish gloves.”
“I don’t want to finish gloves. I hate knitting fingers.”
“Friend need gloves.”
“I hate fingers.”
“Friend need gloves.”
“Can I at least cut her fingers off first?”
That went well. Don’t you think?
So I let it go and knit sleeves until I finally got so disgusted with this albatross around my neck that I threw the second glove on the needles, thus bypassing the thumb. I figured I’d deal with fingers and thumbs another day.
Unfortunately for me, the body of the glove went by rather quickly.

Argh. Time to bite the bullet and knit fingers.














