Herringbone

Miss Potter Mittens in Hedgehog Fibres Cashmere

For Ciara

This photo displays in all their imperfection mitts I made for a friend from childhood some time ago for a milestone birthday - and either I hadn't understood picot yet, or they weren't blocked; I do recall that my heart and soul went into them, even though they caused me quite a lot of heartache.  The pattern itself wasn't the issue - in fact, it was very satisfying and came to mind again because the stitch sequence on my current project is quite similar (more anon).  

No, the problem had to do with Dear Prudence here, who is prone to bouts of jealous curiosity about knitting...

photo courtesy of Lucy

...involving furtive staking, attacking and destroying when I'm out or asleep...   I was working from start and finish of one precious and irreplaceable skein while knitting on the double in every sense for a birthday deadline.  And I was almost done when Prue launched one of her onslaughts...  And by the way, butter does melt in her mouth because she's got form there too...

photo courtesy of Lucy