Picture it: One day before Thanksgiving and a potentially 20-hour round trip in a car facing me. I will be the passenger. What does any self-respecting knitter do? Pack a project or two, or three.
Since I've been on a sock binge, I decided that I'd finish a pair of socks I was working on, so I packed it all in my project bag and placed it in the front seat.
And after I had about an hour under my belt in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I decided it was time to take it out and get knitting. To my dismay, I hadn't packed the completed sock to compare (and I didn't write down the measurement), and the one on the needles was just up to what might be the beginning of the toe shaping.
Should I wing it?
To my dismay, to be safe I just put the project away. Each mile was an agony. Never mind I brought another skein of sock yarn to work on. I was just too depressed.
So, after a great Thanksgiving weekend with family I rarely see, I faced yet another car trip home with nothing to do but stare out at a sea of vehicles. I even fantasized about taking out the near-finished sock and frogging it just to have something to do.
When I got home, I got down to the business of finding that other sock. I looked and I looked, but I couldn't find it. I looked at the floor of the car and under the seats to make sure I hadn't dropped it when I pulled out the project. To no avail, no matter what I did, I couldn't find the sock. I sat in my office watching Beverly Hills 90210 re-runs and meditating: Where was that dang sock?
Friends, it turns out there was never a completed sock.
There was only one sock: The one sock in my project bag. The one on the needles. I had gotten my self in such a lather about finishing the pair that I imagined I had finished the first sock.
I wasted almost 20 hours of driving with nothing to do. To boot, my husband (HWWV), after I told him the story, remarked, "I was wondering why you weren't knitting during the trip."
Ugh. I did finish the *first* sock today. Ugh Ugh Ugh.