Every summer we take a family trip back East. Usually we meet up with my in-laws in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. This year we’re heading back to the old homestead one last time before my husbands parents move south. And did I mention it’s my 20th high school reunion?
My husband hates flying, and I mean he hates it with a hot, fiery passion. But given his limited vacation time each year, it’s the only practical way for him to go. I discovered early on that I hate flying with my husband, because he’s grumpy and cranky until we’re on solid ground. I don’t have the restraints he does, being a stay at home Mom. I can take my time, so I pack up the kids and make it a road trip. They enjoy the drive and it’s 6 more days I don’t have to make entertaining during summer vacation. Win win.
When most people plan a road trip, they figure out their route and then find fun things to do along the way. Well, of course that’s how I plan my road trips, too! I open up mapquest, I map out my route, I go to knitmap, cross reference yarn shops along my route and their hours of operation… What’s that? Other people don’t plan their trips around yarn shopping? REALLY?
I’ve spent the last three days driving from Denver to New York, pausing to check out as many yarn shops as I could along the way. I’ll be back later with some of my finds. For now, I’m off to the airport to get the grump.
Oh, and the shrug? Don’t want to talk about it. Suffice to say, I might be shopping after we get to the farm
I have a problem. All knitters have this problem. We see fabulous knit items and say “oh, I can do that!!” Or we need a quick accessory and say “I can make that!” And we have the best of intentions, but we truly CAN’T knit everything we want. There’s physically not time. But we try.
My 20th high school reunion in Northern New York is coming up. Last week, I dragged Emily, my designated shopping cohort, to the mall to help me find a dress for the reunion. Our first stop was the Gap where we found the perfect black and white graphic maxi skirt. That looked incredible as a strapless dress. Thinking it was too easy, we scoured the rest of the mall, but kept going back to the skirt/dress. My only misgiving was… it’s strapless! I’m a mom of four! I’m… well, no. I’m not old! But I need a little more cover than strapless provides.
“So get a shrug. NO, MAKE a shrug!! Seriously. You can crank that out in no time.” Emily is nothing if not an enabler. The sensible part of me said no, there’s not enough time. The less rational part quickly shut up the sensible part and said SURE! I can knit a shrug! I have LOTS of time!! It’s a shrug. That’s nothing! And with my stash? Of course I have white yarn.
Famous last words.
I found the pattern quickly, it had been in my Ravelry queue for ages. The Shetland Shorty from Knitty. I had exactly four suitable skeins of white yarn, two each of cotton and linen. Not nearly enough to make the shrug. I considered a trip to the yarn shop, but that never ends well for the wallet. I’ll still need money for vacation. So I did what any normal, rational, sensible knitter would do with nine days remaining before road tripping cross-country.
I placed a Knitpicks order.
I have plenty of time! My yarn arrived Tuesday. Lots of time. I’ve had to frog the shrug three times already. All the time in the world. I leave on Monday. PLENTY of time.