Remember when I had to attend an in-service training just a few weeks ago? We had another one today. And even though I injured myself only two days ago and this morning I woke up with a sore left hand, I just couldn’t sit through seven hours of Powerpoint slides today without knitting. I tried not to, but after the first fifteen minutes of the morning’s presentation, I was reaching for the needles and yarn and casting on stitches.
I knitted slowly and carefully and took breaks when my hand started to hurt. I know it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it was the only way I could stay awake through the training and not silently go out of my mind from the sheer tedium of those slides. As you can see from the photo, I actually completed most of the foot portion, which is not a bad accomplishment for someone who was operating with the use of one good right hand and one bruised, swollen, and probably sprained left hand.
I guess that, friends, is the mark of a true knitter.
Or else someone who is just really stubborn.
P.S. I just read over this entry and it occurred to me how much Sean and I are cut from the very same cloth. It explains so much.