Last week I was looking through a plastic bin in a spare closet. I had no idea what was in there. My theory these days is, "If I don't know what's in there, I probably don't need it and should get rid of it."
I did that with some of the stuff, but not these. No. I need to keep them as a souvenir of my earliest attempt at knitting.
This mitten is the first thing I ever knitted, way back in 1986. (Not a bad job, is it?) I'd wanted to learn to knit since I was in high school. But I didn't know any knitters. My mom and grandma were crocheters. The internet and YouTube videos didn't exist at the time. So I just had to wait until I met a real-life knitter.
That summer, between sophomore and junior years of college, I flew to Connecticut so I could then drive back to Colorado and the new semester with a friend. His mom knit! This was my chance to learn! So I did. I have no memory of the actual knitting lessons but apparently I learned.
I thought I'd lost this first project. I knew I completed one mitten but I was surprised to find the second one half done and on the needles.
Interestingly, these mittens were knit on straight needles and then seamed up the side. That seems so old-fashioned now.
The pattern was from this Jack Frost Knitting company. I don't know a thing about them. However, I did an internet search and if
this blogger is correct, the pattern is from 1942! Wow, it's even older than I thought.
I think I'll leave these mittens as is, just a souvenir from my earliest attempts at knitting. It might be fun to try making them again in some prettier yarn.