I enlisted the help of The Boy and waded out into the snow (really waded, it’s well past our knees in many spots). Turns out it’s surprisingly hard to find a pose that both shows off the knitting and keeps me from looking like some sort of sausage-fingered mutant. We eventually met with success, but we were cold and wet long before we got there. I’ll show you a shot of just the mitts now, but rest assured there are pics with actual hands in them coming shortly. The pattern will go up next week, and I’ll be back with a full report on my Olympic knitting some time before then.