Was there someone in your youth and childhood who would occasionally take a shamelessly sanctimonious tone and say ‘virtue is its own reward’ when you complained about having to do something? Yeah. It never really worked as motivation for me either. I much prefer a more tangible reward if I’m going to go out and be uncharacteristically virtuous. I’m lazy like that though. You might be a better person. But just recently I got my tangible reward.
I was cleaning out the (slightly overwhelming) pile of coats/scarves/gloves/winter gear, and I stumbled across these. They are hand knit gloves I got when we went to Bulgaria in 2008. I had thought them lost forever in some sort of unfortunate moment of disorganization, but it turns out they were hiding in the inside pocket of one of my coats. I was a fairly new knitter in 2008, and the idea of making gloves was unbearably daunting (it’s still a bit daunting, but not quite as dizzying as it was then). I saw these in a handwork store in Plovdiv and loved them. They cost all of four dollars. There is a lovely openwork pattern running down each finger and some sort of textured rib on the cuff. I really must see if I can figure that rib out as it’s both stretchy and beautiful. Despite being made of teeny skinny yarn and using a very open pattern, they are ridiculously warm. They are also, alas, a tiny bit too small for my giant man hands. I have a feeling this find may be the prompt I need to make a pair myself.