OK, I know
both of you were kind of worried about it, but I believe I have figured out an elegant solution to a looming knitting problem:
What on earth do I take along to knit in New Zealand??
See, it’s a three-week trip (not to mention a loooong flight), so I couldn’t possibly go without taking some knitting.
And not only that, we will be renting a camper van (RV), which I believe will be a manual transmission, so DH will be doing the driving. Which of course means plenty of co-pilot knitting time. (I figure I’ll spend a fair percentage of that time napping in the back of the RV, of course, but you can’t sleep all the time. At least, I don’t think so.)
But, taking along a sweater or other big project is not really feasible, either. And I don’t really like to wear hats, nor socks. (Besides, it will be summer there!)
What to do?
Well, the other day when I was repairing several of DH’s socks, and messing around with "new" ways of grafting, it occurred to me to count up the number of pairs he actually has.
The tally is embarrassing:
1 – pair his mom made him,
2 – pairs that he’s inherited from me (well, one pair was stolen),
3 – pairs that I have knit for him.
That’s right, the poor man — who is the DH of a woman who’s been knitting for over 20 years, and the son of a woman who’s been knitting for probably 20 years longer, and who loves his hand-knit socks so much he wears them out — owns only a half-dozen pairs of hand-knit socks. And a third of those weren’t even knit for him, originally.
You’d think he’d feel more put-upon, wouldn’t you? Or at least he’d make snide comments about my yarn stash, or something. But no, I believe I must have one of the most patient DH’s in existence, at least where fiber is concerned. You see, that mom of his trained him early and well about what to expect vis-a-vis yarn and fabric: time spent in shops, amounts stashed in closets, number of projects, and so on.
So, anyway, you see where this is going, don’t you? Yup. I plan to knit socks for DH throughout the trip.
It’s a brilliant plan. Socks are maybe the quintessential portable project. I can knit them without referring to a pattern. I’ll still be able to look around and enjoy the scenery as we drive across New Zealand. And just think about the wifely credit I will rack up with this loving, selfless endeavor.
And think about the fact that I can make him stop at yarn shops…