(Mis)Adventures of the Ambisexual Muvv

That's "muvv," as in something you wear on your hand that's part mitten and part glove.  As in what I'm trying to knit right now.  As in what I shouldn't be trying to knit while on active parenting duty.  That old saw "don't try this at home" exists for several good reasons, I'm sure, and one of them is undoubtedly to save you from blundering into a knitting disaster of this order of magnitude.  Picture this.  I'm knitting along, cranking out 4 inches of 1x1 rib for the cuff, no sweat, a few rounds of plain ol' knitting, and even the thumb gussetting was clicking along pretty fast.  Oh, wait, the kiddo has chased the cat under the coffee table and gotten stuck.  Be right back.  OK.  Crap.  Now the kiddo is attempting to parasail off the couch with a diaper.  Back in a jif.  Whew.  Disaster averted.  Exasperatingly clever kiddo then stages a near-decapitation and while I am rushing to her aid, dashes past me in the other direction and proceeds to try and rip my needles out of the ever-lovin' muvv.  No wonder, then, when I finally sit back down, heart rate returning to normal, that in a round or two I notice "hey, something doesn't look right here."  I realize that with all the distractions, I have been inadvertently switching back and forth between the instructions for the men's size and the women's size.  Cast on man's stitches, start thumb gusset according to woman's, do part of the thumb gusset in man's, part in woman's.  Hence "ambisexual."  I won't even tell you how many weird fudges I did over the next few rounds to get back to the right number of stitches so I can start the finger(less) part.  So basically at this point I'm just winging it, which really doesn't bother me so much with scarves or hats or something.  I probably didn't make any two of those flap hats exactly alike, but as long as it's big enough around, your hat is likely to be fine.  Most folks don't have pesky things like fingers sticking out of their heads that you have to take into account.  Hands, on the other hand...

I'm going to keep plugging away at it.  If it doesn't fit my husband, maybe it will fit me (assuming that it has minimally human proportions).  I figure that the practice of going through the motions and having to try and puzzle out a fix will be good practice for me, even if it doesn't help with the knitting backlog (or my sanity).

 

the thumb gusset that bats for both teams

I wonder if anyone has ever gotten a babysitter just so they can knit?  I'm kidding (mostly).