In Which the Pirate Knits in the Bar.

Last night, I went out with Pirate-Husband and a bunch of his now-former co-workers to celebrate his last day at his job. He is moving on from being “Field Services Manager” at a construction engineering firm, to being “Vice President of Business Development” at the marketing arm of a company selling energy management services. It is a big, exciting step up!

Anyway, because it was his celebration, I volunteered to be the designated driver, but I got a little restless after I had switched from beer to water and everyone else was still drinking. Fortunately, I had the Sibling Sock in my purse. (Why yes, I did choose that purse specifically because it has a compartment which is perfectly sized for a 100g ball of sock yarn and the in-progress sock!) I thought about it for a while. After all, you never know how people will react to knitting, and–

Then I came to a conclusion: Who cares?

I knit about an inch of sock while we sat and talked, and at first everyone was interested – ooh, what’s that? I can only knit scarves. I never learned to knit but wow, that looks great! After about five minutes, my knitting just sort of faded into the background, and became a non-issue. It was perfect.