Purlwell™ The Hand-First Formula

I'm 68 and I've knitted since my mother taught me at the kitchen table. Last winter the ache at the base of my thumb got so bad I put my needles in a drawer and told myself that was that — some things you just lose as you get older. My daughter talked me into trying this. I'll be honest, I'm three months in now. I knit for over 4 hours most evenings, the morning stiffness that used to last till lunch is mostly gone, and I've started a jumper for my grandson. I took the needles back out of the drawer. That's the part I didn't think I'd get to do.

Let me save you the money I wasted first: compression gloves, two braces off Amazon, copper ones, a tube of cream that smelled nice and did nothing, and about four bottles of joint pills from the chemist. None of it touched it. What got me about this one is they actually explain why the ordinary joint pills never worked — they're all built around knees, not the little joint in your thumb that's actually giving you grief. Don't know why nobody told me that in ten years of trying things.

I nearly didn't order because I've been burned buying things off Facebook before. I'm 71, It's not magic and they don't pretend it is, which is half of why I trusted it. What I can tell you is the deep ache I'd get after an afternoon of grannies squares has erased, I sleep through the night now instead of waking with throbbing hands, and I finished a baby blanket last week for a girl at church without once putting it down to rest. At my age you learn to appreciate the small wins. This was one.