Hands Unbecoming To A Knitter

For 4 or 5 months a year, my hands are at odds with my knitting and I become someone who has (booming voice) HANDS UNBECOMING TO A KNITTER!!!


Those, my friends, are gardener’s hands. Happy, dirt digging, veggie picking, gardener’s hands.



Which I promptly scrub, scrub, scrub when I get back into the house so I can make things like this

Times two! Fetching mitts made with Malabrigo in Autumn Forest.

And my Central Park Hoodie.


Notice the marker bling? (wink wink)


One more gardening shot for today. This one didn’t even fit into the harvesting bag!


5 thoughts on “Hands Unbecoming To A Knitter

  1. UNFITTING FOR A KNITTER!!! Ahh but I love the produce that comes my way 😉

    :::Dizzy from looking at the lovely cables::::

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