Marta’s Mittens

Marta makes mittens.  She finds old sweaters and felt at garage sales and thrift stores,  and taking them home,  cuts, trim and stitches them into warm and cozy mittens.  She makes blue mittens, gray mittens, mittens with Santa on them, mittens with dots, mittens with squares, many mittens of many colors and designs.

Marta makes her mittens in her old farmhouse, which sets out on top of a rolling prairie hill.  Her sewing room looks out over a small herb garden, flowers, trees, occasional little critters, and birds. Kittens sun in windowsills, and puppies nap on rugs.  Winter covers her view with a thick coating of pristine snow, dried brush and plants poking out of the drifts.

Marta loves her mittens, and well she should, for when you put a pair of her mittens on your cold hands of a chilly day, your hands begin to soften, and warm, and amazingly feel released from every chilly, mean, or downright hard action that they have ever taken or had placed upon them.

Marta makes her mittens with love, and wants to only sell them person to person, never on-line, never in a store.  She will guide a prospective buyer to just the right mittens, knowing how to match mittens to need.  Marta said to me that she finds true delight, walking through a public place, and having random people beam at her while waving mittened hands.

Marta’s mittens heal.

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Tilly Evan Jones
    Jan 18, 2011 @ 16:47:41

    Marta said she is feeling shivers of love from reading this. Marta deserves love!!!


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