CornerScribe

Yeah, he gets it

I awoke early sunday morning and reached for my knitting bag. My plan was to put a few rows on a sock I’ve got on the needles while hubby slept. No such luck… I had lost one of my needles.

For those of you who don’t knit, you might think that’s no big deal, but I didn’t have a spare, and I ALWAYS knit socks on five needles (four holding the stitches and one working). Hubby heard my search and hopped out of bed to find the needle. That’s no small feat, considering how small double pointed needles can be (these are a mere 2 mm).

He found it. How many non-knitters would understand the catastrophe behind a lost dpn? Even though he doesn’t share the obsession, he "gets it." Yep, I’m lucky…