No pictures. I’ve caught a lovely chill from an adorable cherub over Christmas, and am confined to bed.

The fingerless gloves are definitely fraternal, not identical. I’ve already worn them a few times while walking the dog. With the temperatures dropping to the 40s, they have been perfect dog walking gloves. The fingers are free to do what they need to do. The fabric is dense to keep not only the chill off, but also the light breeze.

The finger lengths do not line up because I didn’t do such a great job of counting the rows. But that’s okay. I feel rather bohemian when I wear them. Now, I just need a drafty artist loft in Paris and drink café by the bucket load.