I have Reynaud’s Syndrome (well, it’s self-diagnosed, based on the fact that my Mom has it, and my symptoms match the syndrome perfectly).  We keep our house coolish (63!), but I wear lots of layers, and always have shoes and socks on in the house, but I can’t predict when my fingers and are toes are going to overreact to the cold and I wind up with blocks of ice for appendages.  I have read that it can also be stress related, so..there’s that…I’ve also read that some people say that it means they are allergic to the cold:  which made me giggle, because…yeah, sounds good to me…I must be allergic to the cold, and moving someplace warm is going to be my only option, right?

I mentioned that maybe I needed some slippers and Mark said “Didn’t I see the start of a pair” — and I had to give him a guilty look because, well, he was right.  About…a year ago?  I started knitting a pair of French Press Slippers.  I had one completely done, and hadn’t started the other.   They are knit with multiple strands of yarn on size 15 needles, so they go pretty fast.  Don’t ask me why I didn’t just do the other one.  I don’t know….or wait.  Yes, I do know.

Knitting with size 15 needles is a pain in the ass.

Anywho, they are both now knitted, and as you can see above, look ridiculous.  I mean, yes, I have big feet, but…

Well, as you can probably guess, they get felted, and that’s what I did this afternoon and…

Meh.

There are a couple of places where you can still see the stitch definition, but I didn’t want them to be too small, so I pulled them out.  As it is, the sides are probably too short for my feet, so…

They are drying, and I’ll revisit them in a few days, and let you know how they turn out.

Curious about Reynaud’s?  Well, here’s a weird picture for you:

This was yesterday:  and this was just my right hand.  Fingers on my left hand and several toes on both feet were nice and white like this, too.  If it’s just one hand, I can usually stand to wait until it warms back up, but when my feet get involved:  ouch.  It hurts! I wound up sitting on the kitchen counter with my hands and feet soaking in warm water in the kitchen sink until normal circulation returned.  It’s really weird to watch the blood return, you can see the fingers fill up with color.  Thankfully, they don’t throb at that point, apparently some people have that problem on the back end of an “attack,” too.

So, there you go.  Something else weird about me that you probably didn’t want to know.

Tomorrow, I’ll show you the quilt that my weird looking hand is posing in front of.