It has been raining in Maine for two years... okay, two weeks... but it feels like longer than that. The barometric pressure is yo-yo-ing which makes my head hurt. When it is cold and damp I am reminded of every old sprain, surgery, and muscle tear. It was pouring and thundering when it was time for me to leave for work this morning, and I really wanted to stay home and cuddle with My Honey and my cats... and knit... and play my new drum...
I picked up my knitting bag as I was leaving this morning, but it was pouring and I already had my hands full. I decided to put it back down and I left with out it. At about 9:15 am, I looked down and noticed a hole in my pants right about where a front pocket would typically be (these pants have a seam at that location instead). I emailed two of my friends at work who happen to be knitters to see if either of them might have a needle and thread. Chick That Knits was the first to respond with a needle and some cotton yarn that could be pulled apart to make thread. I ran to the ladies room to get to work. I completed three stitches before the yarn-thread broke under the strain of being pulled through the fabric. At just that moment, there was a knock on the door. It was Keeping Myself In Stitches! She also had a needle and real thread. I gladly accepted the already-threaded-needle under the door and started over. I stitched quickly and with a caffeinatedly shaky hand. From a distance, no one will notice. Up close, they look like franken-pants... light khaki with dark stitches. There are several morals to this story.
- Never leave home with out your knitting bag.
- Never leave home with out your camera. (Pictures of separating cotton yarn for thread and the resulting franken-pants would make this blog post much more interesting.)
- Whenever you need rescuing, go to your friends who knit.
- Trust your instincts. When you feel like you should stay home and bang on your drum all day, do it.