mittens

around mid-October i start panicking. After an entire lifetime of wistfully preparing for the impending winter before Halloween hits, i started furiously knitting some mittens. in fact, i got through the third mitten's thumb gusset before i stopped and realized what i was doing.

i realized that i was knitting winter accessories for a winter that will not materialize. how screwed up is that? it's like i'm swimming to my birthplace to spawn or something.
it was so. weird.