I leave tomorrow morning for a week long work trip out in the Black Hills, so tonight I'm doing laundry, loading up on snacks, and trying to remember where my travel shampoo is.
I'm not too worried about the knitting.
That's a lot of yarn. That is, almost certainly, too much yarn. But I've run out of knitting three times in the last month, and there's no way I'm taking chances when I'm going to be on top of a mountain with no idea where the nearest yarn shop is for a week. (Also the startitis? Everything in that pile was cast on in the past 48 hours, with the exception of my Sockhead hat.)
It's a seven-hour drive to the mountain tomorrow. I really wish I could knit while driving.
I'm not too worried about the knitting.
That's a lot of yarn. That is, almost certainly, too much yarn. But I've run out of knitting three times in the last month, and there's no way I'm taking chances when I'm going to be on top of a mountain with no idea where the nearest yarn shop is for a week. (Also the startitis? Everything in that pile was cast on in the past 48 hours, with the exception of my Sockhead hat.)
It's a seven-hour drive to the mountain tomorrow. I really wish I could knit while driving.
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