I took up knitting in the last six months. I made it a New Year’s resolution last year to take up a new hobby, so I bought a book to teach myself the basics, but struggled with understanding some of the graphics. A sweet friend volunteered to sit with me at the coffee shop one morning and teach me how. It’s been so much fun, and I never realized how much I would enjoy this particular craft. Now, before you get excited, I’m not past learning the first two stitches, and I haven’t attempted anything other than a scarf. The boys, however, think I’m world-class and have begged me to make them their own scarf. Tommy’s was finished first – a blue chenille that is so soft it makes you want to curl up with it at naptime – and I finished JJ’s this afternoon. JJ was anxious for me to finish his (he’s been watching me work on it for over a week), and so I worked on it for several hours last night. All that was left was to bind off the edge. I grabbed my work and took it with me to carpool this afternoon to finish, only to realize when I got there that I had only brought the work on ONE needle, and had not brought the companion needle. Aarrghhh!!!
And then I thought “What would McGyver do?” Okay, not really, but I did search around to see if I had left a stray needle in the car from another project. No such luck. But I did have an assortment of pens and pencils in the middle console. Would it work? Yes, grasshopper, it did! With one #8 knitting needle and one Pilot pen, I finished it.