In Which the Pirate Flies.

Actually, I spent more time in the airports than I did on the airplanes, but I got a good three inches of Pirate-Husband’s second sock done while I was waiting for my delayed flights. I got a couple of comments in the airport:

First, an older woman who said, “That’s lovely wool. Is it wool, or something else? It looks very soft.” I explained that it was 75% wool and 25% nylon, and offered her the ball of yarn, but she declined to pet it. Shortly thereafter she and her husband went in search of someone who could tell them why the flight was so late.

Then, a couple of girls, I’d guess in their late teens or early 20s, who had never seen anyone knitting in real life before. They were amazed that I could make socks from string. So much so, in fact, that when a friend joined them, they pointed him at what I was doing and told him how cool it was.

A lonely thirteen-year-old waiting by herself for an hours-late plane said wistfully, “I wish I had something like that to do while I wait.”

I had no trouble with security or with dropped stitches either – which makes it a good flight, even if it was so late.

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