Mitts are knit for a woman I just met once: I saw her beautiful sheep during our suholliday Groningenand rang the doorbell to ask her if she still had their fleeces. She gave me a beautiful ecru and gray fleece. Very friendly! The brown fleece was given to me a few days earlier. Zwartbles?

I will send these mittens to her,by post. Hopefully it is a pleasant surprise for her.

The picture shows another mitt on the needles: a trigger finger mitt for one of my sons.