The Sound Of One Hand Knitting

You thought I forgot, didn’t you? You thought I gave up. You thought I quit. You thought I got tired of unraveling everything I’d done, like Penelope, and just stopped trying.

Well, yer wrong! I’ve been knitting and knitting and knitting! My first piece is at the cleaners’ getting blocked, which is not a dirty euphemism, but means something you do to even out imperfections. And, believe me, that piece has imperfections!

Meanwhile, I’ve made four ruffled scarves and I’ve started another muffler. It’s a great way to feel productive while listening to Teaching Company lectures or waiting for Mom to finish her therapy or sitting in a meeting.

But here’s the thing: Today, when I got home from the therapy place and took out my knitting to work while listening to a lecture on Macbeth, I discovered I was one needle shy. I must have dropped it in the waiting room.

There was nothing I could do but take out a different size needle.

Mom was all, “No! You can’t do that! It’ll be all wockerjawed!”

So I said, “I’ll pretend it’s A Look.”

I’m knitting this piece very loose, anyway, so I think it’s looking okay. What do you think?

It’s Tuesday, so I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies on the subject of potatoes.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character has to make do when an essential piece of equipment goes missing.

MA