It has come to my attention (from my dad) (who tends not to be very opinionated about handknits) that some people think that fingerless mitts are somehow a bad idea.
He says that if it’s cold enough to warrant a covering for the extremities, a person ought to cover them. Fingers, in particular. Why try to keep your hands warm while not keeping your fingers warm?
Situations Where the Answer Is Obviously, Clearly, Completely: Fingerless Mitts
Situation 1: It’s damn cold. You get in your car, and (yet again) your cell phone slides into the crevasse between your seat and the center console. You know from previous experience that it is possible to get down in there if you hold your hand at one exact angle. But it requires the dexterity of a brain surgeon.
Situation 2: It’s damn cold. You have six bags filled with Tubs of Choco and Frozen Cuisines of Asia that you bought at Trader Joe’s dangling from your forearms, yet you have not unlocked the door to your home. How to wrestle the keys out of your cute new crossbody bag from T.J. Maxx that hangs directly in front of your abdomen?
Situation 3: It’s damn cold. Your grim lair—home to all your literary fantasies and dreams—is 59 degrees because you left a giant bag of yarn on top of the heating vent. How can you type in such clammy squalor? Related question: how did the giant bag of yarn not burst into flames? Related Google search: “carbon monoxide yarn burning hazard.”
Situation 4: It’s damn cold. You’re sitting in a parking lot and have sixteen emails to answer while waiting for your precious precious to emerge from his guitar lesson. You do not want to go into the waiting room of the guitar teacher because That Mom is in there. You will sit in a blizzard to avoid That Mom. But you really need to get to those emails.
You see the pattern here? There are times when you are a) damn cold and b) need to use your fine motor skills.
Gloves are no good. Mittens? Worse. (We love mittens, do not misunderstand. Please, Mitten League of America, have mercy!) But the moment for mittens is another topic entirely—adorable sleeping bags for your hands are the stuff of snowball fights and Instagram photos of bemittened hands cupped against rosy cheeks. Mittens are an art project. Fingerless mitts are about function.
I’m wearing Thea Colman’s Appleseed Mitts from MDK Field Guide No. 8 even as I type this. The humidity is now below 80 percent in Nashville, so we’re all hunkering down and trying to survive. I can’t really express the pleasure that these mitts are giving me.
The yarn is one of Jill Draper’s American-grown merino wools, called Windham.
Jill’s color sense is so good. The shape and fit of Thea’s mitts are superb. If ever a handknit delivers fun, function, and festivity, these mitts are the ticket. Find your phone! Unlock your door! Write some Deathless Literature! Tackle all that email while simultaneously avoiding That Mom!
And, most obviously: fingerless mitts mean you can be damn cold yet get some knitting done.