You MUST take your knitting

That's what my husband said to me yesterday.

I was on the fence. It was too hot. I got carsick the last time. Hey, I'll just leave it home.

"Take your knitting," he says. "Otherwise I'll pay for it for the whole trip."

I'm sure he's picturing me being a big whiny baby. And him suffering because of it.

"I'm bored. I'm fidgetty. I have nothing to do. Oh, if only I had my knitting."

"Well, ok," I said. "It's packed already, anyway."

So I took the knitting, carried the bag around with me, but didn't knit a stitch.

Too hot. Way too hot.

And nothing to knit that didn't need to be counted. Thought about a vest, but I already have so many UFOs.

These travelled with me:

Fetching fingerless gloves from Knitty. I'm making these pair for CIC. (Yeah, I know. I knitted gloves for the next challenge, and a sweater for the last challenge, but so far only one pair of socks for this challenge. Call me distracted.)


Log cabin pullover. This is fun, but with all the switching yarn, it's not the best to do at the baseball game.

And now that I look at it, it needs a different color for the middle square. Back to the drawing board.

Note to husband: I was able to survive for 9 hours without knitting a stitch. But thanks for the acknowledgement that knitting is part of my life (at least, to save YOUR sanity!)