I must be lost in the land of three mittens. Here on planet earth, you may already know that most human individuals really only need two mittens. One with a thumb fashioned on the left, and one with the thumb spaced a bit to the right. Two hands per body necessitate two mittens. Usually mittens are sold or created carefully by hand in what is called a “pair.” Not in this household. Not this season of intermittent knitting. And for some reason not in this brain at the moment. (Stupid sleepy stooper from being immobile for a week.)

Some reader friends might remember my two left hand mitten “opps.” Admittedly, I still have yet to complete another one for that poor cold and forgotten right hand. My needles and pink yarn are waiting.

Meanwhile, I thought it would somehow break up the mitten monotony to knit, well, some more mittens. (This time for the other child who will have cold hands in a few weeks.) So, I follow the pattern again, in a larger size, and lo and behold, the first left mitten is too small. We tried it on and my son declared it was “missing a finger” since I hadn’t yet finished knitting the thumb. And his poor little fingers were curled around. Too short!

Back to square one. I still have three more mittens to knit to finish out this season, even though I’ve already knit three. For only two pairs of hands. Land of three mittens I tell you.