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Everyone loves a good Muk(luk)

Since you were lovely enough not to hold it against me that I piked on you all last Monday, what with the toxic sludge recovery and all, here's some more fibre talk for you!

The daughter of a lovely family friend has a birthday coming up next month. I decided to knit her something; partially because I think she'll love it and partially because she's Australian, which means when it cools off to living temperatures here winter comes she is freezing.


Enter, the Muluk.

Mukluks, in North America, are a fur-lined winter-weather version of a moccasin. I realise each region of North America has it's own experience with these toe-toasters but as far as I can tell native peoples living in any sort of cold/wet/icey/snowy weather have a version of these shoes.

I think they look pretty awesome just in their traditional form, but I understand some of us (points at self) like our Docs just fine, and the shipping and customs process for obtaining a pair of those is hard enough thank you very much. So, over time, the label came to refer to any water-proof warm boot for wet/cold/slushy/snowy weather, and then shifted AGAIN to include super thick warm house socks.

Like these!

Aren't they pretty? They are warm, too. These babies have serious squish factor! (Newbie yarn enthusiasts take note - this is a very important technical term! Learn it, live it, embody it.)

I made the mistake of asking Liebling to be my size model for the leg portion, since his wrist/forearm is a pretty good match to her ankle and calf. As soon as he slid his hand into the leg of the mukluk he was swooning (well, about as close a geekboy can get to swooning I guess) and saying that his feet would be so happy and free and WARM in a pair of these. Also, he could come to bed without having freezing feet! Wouldn't I like that?



Well yes I would actually - he so knows how to get to me, damn. Liebling has the most ridiculously cold hands and and feet, it can be a weighing of desires when he first comes to bed - stay warm or get snuggles. So I knit him a pair too.

I also made the mistake of having Youngling be my size model for the foot portion, since she and this good family friend have similarly sized feet. (You'd think I would have learned after the leg part.) After trying them on for me she immediately begged for a pair of her own. She was a bit more blunt about it - she just asked if I could knit her a pair and reminded me that I love it when she and this family friend have matchy-but-not-matchy things. She also mentioned something about how it would be like they were sisters, even though they aren't actually related in any way but through friendship.


Also, at some point when making the first pair of mukluks and showing them off my mother and a friend's sister strongly hinted that they want a pair...I haven't completely let go of the pipe dream that is my own pair of these...

Now before any of you decide to fill the comments with order requests of your own I'd just like to say that I'm on to you - you're here which means you, one way or another, like yarn and making things yourself. So rather than deprive you the delight and satisfaction of a job well done I'll just pass you the link for the pattern, shall I?

You can now fill the comments with photos of your own mukluks and I will get back to my ever increasing pile of 'to be knit' mukluks .




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