When my co-worker D got his mitts last week he came back the next day and told me that the mitts had caused friction at home. His seven year old daughter had looked at them, immeadiately put them on and declared “Mine!”. Her father had refused, taken a stance for his mitts. (I don’t blame him, they were made for him and he is the one with a thumb that hurts.)
Things like this cannot go by a knitter’s ear unnoticed. It warms a knitters heart and when D mentioned the daugther’s favorite color, the mission was clear. Here was a poor child who wants woolen things, of course she needed a pair of mitts of her own. I got yarn and cast on. I didn’t have the time nor energy to downsize so I just made the same size as I had made for her father. She had tried them on and liked them and who knows, she might wear them for many years to come. Or she’ll try them on and abandon them within the hours, stating they are itchy. Either way, I’m glad I made them.