The last time we went up to the mountains I seriously overestimated my knitting prowess. I thought I'd finish up a pair of socks or two, yet I didn't even come close. Of course I had no idea Avery and I would get sick and that the house we stayed in would have cable TV. Sore throat, headache, a moaning eight year old and an I-Carly marathon are not ideal conditions for knitting.
This past weekend we went up to the mountains again to camp for a night. I packed my knitting bag lightly and added a bottle of ibuprofen just in case. Let me just tell you, the knitting conditions were perfect. The husband and son went fishing, the daughter made friends with girls in a neighboring camp site, and mom sat in a chair by the river and knit, knit, knit.
I finished a sock on day one. Of course I didn't plan on finishing a sock, so I hadn't packed a tapestry needle to graft the toe. I thought I could just hang one more day without knitting, but I couldn't do it. The knitting conditions were too good to pass up.
So I whittled two knitting needles to temporarily hold sock #1 so I could start sock #2. This is why every girl, whether 8 or 32, needs a Swiss Army knife. It's a shame they don't make a pocket knife just for knitters, with a tapestry needle instead of a tooth pick.