Hand Warmer

Now, this was fun!  From bits and ends of other projects (of course).  I crocheted, measured it on my hand, crocheted some more, slipped my hand into it . . .  Thus the singleton has become my Michael Jackson hand warmer.  As this is hand-spun wool yarn, the bonus is a bit of lanolin for the hand with every wearing.

Wouldn't it be nice to have two buckets of these at the door, one of lefties, one of rights?  No two should match.  Only boring people wear matched sets of things. . . Except shoes.  Once upon a time I had a friend with a shoe fetish.  We worked in downtown Atlanta together, and at lunch she would often go to Rich's for their shoe sales.  These sales were not calm, polite affairs.  The women who shopped them had split personalities, and the personality that took over when shopping for bargains was not always rational.

Well, Ethel bought the most darling pair of shoes during one of those lunch-time manias, black with brightly-colored leather ball trim at the toes, and they complimented several suits she wore.  But after a short time of wearing them, she began to develop back trouble.  That was when she noticed that the shoes she had were not really mates.  One shoe had a one-inch heel, the other had a one-and-a half-inch heel.  The same shoe, except for the heels.  But in the feeding frenzy at the shoe sale, she grabbed the box and never thought the shoes might not be a matched set.

Beautiful women and their shoe collections . . .