Knitting for Chimps

I was finishing the thumb on my son's first glove when I held it up and realized that I am an idiot. Once again, I knit along happily without stopping to look and see what I was doing. I knit the hand too long so now I have a long, narrow glove with a tiny thumb down by the wrist. A glove for Bonzo. I am too mortified right now to share a photograph of it. If you really want to revel in my humiliation let me know and I can snap a shot of it. Right now my plan is to bury it under a bunch of other stuff and hopes that he forgets about it.