Wednesday, November 23, 2011

More knitted mittens

Out walking the dog in the wintertime. i remember that area of my arm that would become cold, the area between my mittens and the sleeve of my jacket when bending to pick up dog poop, or throwing stick or other important stuff you do when you have a dog.

Now we do not have a dog anymore. And Her Royal Highness, the Empress of VĂ„land would not be happy with her staff if the staff would throw sticks and expect her to fetch it...or if the staffed dared to be outside and bother the cat.

But my Daugther Rigmor has a dog, and lives in Oslo, So these are for her when walking the dog.

The extend really far up under the jacket sleeve, and are colourful enough to find :-) A smaller change to the original:

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