Pattern: Aunt Maggie's Slippers
Yarn: One Strand Wool-Ease? (I threw the ball band away, I'm so bad lately, I don't know what's gotten into me) and one strand Red Heart
Needles: Could not tell you if my life depended on it. Maybe 9? Maybe 10? I know what's happened to the careful note-taker I used to be.
Modifications: I know there were some. I used someone's notes from Ravelry but I don't remember who's notes. And I can't find them. What has happened to me? Can I blame this lack of memory on the fourth child? Or my new meds? Cause this is really bad.
Review: These slippers look big. Cause they are. They're not actually mine. I made them for The Greatest. He'd been complaining about how cold his feet were. We're finally fully acclimated to our new climate and the winters are now bitterly cold to us. We can never return home, people would mock us and point at us. Plus, we'd die from the cold. I've always been one of those annoying people who is "always cold". Cold in the winter. Cold in the air conditioned summer. I hated that about myself. I loved living here and never feeling cold. But now I'm back to always being cold. I wear layers upon layers once again. My children wear layers upon layers. My daughters always have tank tops on underneath their shirts. My son never goes to school with less than three shirts on. We are considering another move closer to the equator so I can once again be warm. I am really looking forward to the triple digit summer. Please come soon summer. But I digress. I'm supposed to be talking about slippers.
The Greatest had cold feet. And they ached. I love The Greatest. And I did not want him to have feet that were so cold they ached. I wanted to buy him a pair of slippers. But we have a budget and The Greatest did not want to budget money for a new pair of slippers. He felt our resources were better spent elsewhere. I worried for days. I stayed up at night thinking about this. I contemplated buying the slippers anyways. I contemplated working the slippers into the budget next month, but that meant a whole month with cold feet. The matter weighted heavy on my mind. I did not want his feet to ache. And then I had the dumbest of "I am so dumb" moments. I am a Knitter with a Capital K. And I have lots of yarn. Let me refer you back to this post for my yarn. I could KNIT HIM a pair of slippers. *face palm* Cause that's what knitters do. We make things to keep people warm.
So knit I did. One strand of wool for warmth, one strand of red heart for durability.
And today I am COLD. So while The Greatest is at work I am wearing his slippers. And I'm not gonna lie. They're pretty awesome. I might need to knit a pair for myself. A better fitting pair. In prettier colors. Cause I'm not gonna lie. These are kinda fug.