Knitting for Mr. Fury

I do not knit for my husband often. He doesn't wear handknits and I'm smart enough not to foist them upon him -- though we were already married when I started knitting, so the sweater curse does not apply. But a few days ago he asked me if I'd ever made gloves; I haven't, but there's no reason I can't. Turns out that his existing store-bought fingerless gloves are too baggy, and he wants a nice snug-fitting pair. Which is where I come in. Because I love him and he's awesome, I'm thrilled to knit a pair of gloves for him.

I had the idea to make gloves with faux knuckle tats some time ago, because the band I dance with has a habit of thinking up four-letter word combos. (JACK RUBY is a favorite.) When I first saw the Knucks pattern, I was pretty sure the designer had crawled into my brain and looked through all the drawers ... then I realized it's not such a novel idea and hundreds of people probably also thought of it.

The pattern calls for Rowan Felted Tweed, which I initially scoffed at when reading the pattern. Tweed? Bah! But it knits up less tweedy than most tweeds, and I found a ball in a suitably reptilian color for my husband (who is most assuredly reptilian). And it was on sale at the LYS when I stopped in last night. So Rowan Felted Tweed it is. I should contact the designer and tell her that I have accepted the tweed.

I'd have started the fingers last night, except I discovered that I only have two size 4 DPNs. I don't know how that happened. I have eight size 3s, and no, none of them are 4s in disguise. I checked. So I contented myself with a gauge swatch and will pick up more DPNs today.