I 'heart' loading up a basket of yarn and in progress pieces, and getting in the car to GO KNIT. (I'm a geek in many ways...)
Last night there were four of us lazily knitting in the cool comfort of Bee's geothermal induction cooled home.
All of us haven't progressed very far from a month ago, except Kee who threw up her hands in disgust as she mis-counted for the fourteenth time. She then picked up her ICE (in case of emergency) knitting and settled into the rhythm of a garter stitch scarf.
Dee and I haven't seen each other since May because of travel on both our parts, and I was surprised that she was wearing a wrist/hand support on her right hand. "Must make knitting a bit difficult," I say, and she replies, "A bit, but I'm NOT going to stop knitting!" We all agreed, and then she picked up her project: A baby blanket in the round, and proceeded to grunt, moan and tear at THEE most difficult row: The row AFTER cabling 21 stitches over 21 stitches.
I never thought about it... but I have now! The pull of the many stitches so far away from each other, being forced into a new order is, well, like this:
Meanwhile, I look over and see an example of pooch-knitting! Makes me smile...