Shamelessly pink, shamelessly lacy, shamelessly frilly. There is really nothing somber or serious or even respectable here. These mitts are nothing more than a confection. They are the knitting equivalent of marshmallows. They were cast on the minute the Olympics finished and completed in a few hours. I’ll turn my attention to more worthy things some time soon, but these were just the thing to make up for the uncharacteristic fidelity demonstrated during the Olympics.