Warm Woolen Mittens

Today I found mittens that make me happy.



Not only do I love their flowers, but they're on a string. So I will never again lose just one mitten (Despite my policy on lonely socks, I do not wear mismatched mittens -- too many differences in thickness, warmth and texture to cope with. Plus that just looks weird), like I have with every single pair (boy that's a funny phrase: single pair) of mittens I have ever owned before. Barring some kind of tragedy involving scissors or a knife, of course. Oh -- and they're lined with fleece, so they are SO soft and warm. Yum.

But then I saw these, which are not lined with fleece but have the fingerless option, which is great for camera work in the winter, and slightly more cool factor (both literally and figuratively).



I had a really hard time deciding.










So I did the really extravagant thing and bought them both. Because the rainbow ones were on sale for $7.99 so I didn't think it was really that extravagant. (Man, extravagant has a lot of a's.)



The only incongruent thing about this import store was that they were playing Rod Stewart. Loudly. And I mostly agree with Beck on this one.

After I bought them I started walking home. A ways down the street, I remembered that my hands were cold (the whole reason for buying mittens in the first place). Because I was pushing the stroller, I couldn't tuck them up in my sleeves like turtle heads to protect them from the wind. So I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to put the green ones on, with Swee'pea in front of me. Suddenly I heard a voice right next to me and turned just in time to nearly lose my nose as a man whizzed by on his bicycle. On the sidewalk. Through a tunnel under the tracks, which opens onto narrow sidewalk with a steep embankment on one side and a railing on the other. No bell, no "yoo hoo, comin' through;" just something muttered under his breath as he whooshed by.

Aarrgghh!!! I really dislike people, especially adults, riding bikes on the sidewalks (I can forgive kids as long as they're courteous to the pedestrians). I can just barely tolerate it if adults ride slowly and politely, and defer to the sidewalk's rightful inhabitants: pedestrians (ME!). I mean, Guelph's streets are covered with bike lanes; there's no good reason not to use them.

If you add a baby to the mix... SLOW DOWN ASSHOLE! And buy a flippin' bell and RING IT (at the risk of incurring more stroller rage if baby is sleeping)! Or just SLOW DOWN!

I have a feeling this could be a peevish weekend. Except I have such lovely mittens to keep my hands warm.