Coppertone Mitts

This is the one:

- where I made something nearly perfect and then nearly destroyed them.

- where I combined one of my favorite yarns with a wonderfully written pattern to make a project that hit all the high notes in my brief knitting life.

- where I was so excited about finishing the project I've worn them every day since mid-January.

- where I was wearing them last Tuesday and they smelled like gasoline after I filled the tank.

- where I popped them into a cool bath with some mild soap and a gray scarf with a coffee stain. (Oh virtuous me, getting all clean and everything.)

- where I went merrily about with that thing called my life. Involving on that day: yoga, groceries, cook, eat, clean, email, Olympics and doze on sofa. In that order.

- where I stagger into the bathroom and discover a Rubbermaid container with two distinct and growing pools of dye bleed - one rust, one gray. Like life seeping slowly out of these knits.

Yes. This is the one where the mitts are still here, a little beaten up, but still here. Just like me.