I finished my thrummed mitts on the weekend, and not a moment too soon- we got a big, beautiful snowstorm here in Toronto over the weekend. So I was lucky enough to give my thrummed mitts a fantastic test run on Saturday… which was a windy, blustery day that eventually turned into lovely, snowy night night with lots and lots of drinks (and, um, shots)at a pub with a piano bar…. and somewhere between the pub, the taxi, and my front door, I lost one of my thrummed mitts. Didn’t realize it until morning, of course.

And the worst part is, I was going to take my camera and finally get some natural light photos, but the snow and the wind were so bad, I didn’t think there would be any point.

And of course, I’m out of the roving I used. Damn. (standard photo of inside of thrummed mitt)

Come back, thrummed mitt!

Note to self: do not wear new hand knits when drinking. Ever.

To dull the pain of having lost a new knit so soon (and ease the hangover), I baked bread, using this recipe: (partially devoured loaf of bread)

I loved this recipe. It was such a snap to make, there was no kneading, and rise time was only an hour. That’s a hell of a lot faster than the No-Knead Bread that everyone in the world made. This loaf was fantastic. I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing it was to eat fresh, hot bread slathered in butter and sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. Mmmmm. Cinnamon and sugar……

I still miss my mitten. Damn it.