As it turned out, there was no line. I breezed through the preliminaries and never accomplished more than about 10 stitches worth of actual Knitting in Public.
But, when I got to the area where the needles go in, the nurse asked me what I was working on, with that particular gleam in her eye that bespeaks a fellow knitter. So the whole time I was pumping away at the little rubber ball we were discussing different projects, and sharing notes on favorite yarn stores (I think I need to take a day trip to Galena), and she told me all about her friend's daughter's alpaca farm, and I convinced her that she really ought to try socks. All in all, I do believe it was the most fun I have ever had while bleeding.
I'm glad that gleam wasn't "Oh goodie, I will stick you again!"
ReplyDeleteYou DO need a trip to Galena. And say hi to Hiram U. Grant's house for me!
LOL!!
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should go on Wednesday (omg that's tomorrow!!!) I haven't given in more than 2 years. But I DO have my three gallon pin :)
ReplyDeleteWhat fun to encounter a fellow knitter unexpectedly!
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should start carrying my socks around in a see-through zip-loc bag, instead of in the opaque fabric pouch...
ReplyDeleteKnitters crop up in the most unexpected places :)
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