How many of you have been late for work because you were so involved in your knitting the time got away from you?
Oh come on now, you can tell me.
OK fine, I’ll go first.
I was working away on Centrino (aka the Big Red Blob) this morning when I realized that my count was off on the section I was working on. I tinked, I counted, I muttered, I counted, I cursed.
I finally realized that a dropped yarn-over had run down into another yarn-over several rounds below. More muttering and cursing ensued. I located my crochet hook, managed to isolate the relevant loop and very carefully hooked it up and back onto the needle.
Which is when I noticed that in the process of picking up one dropped stitch I had managed to drop another, which had promptly done a runner.
When I finally had the second errant stitch back on the needles, I looked at the clock and realized that I was supposed to leave the house in five minutes.
I managed to get dressed, brush my hair and teeth, pack my lunch, locate my iPod, kiss my husband and dash out the door in twenty minutes.
I was late for work… and to make it worse I was in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my pattern notes with me. Somewhere I can hear the knitting gods snickering into their tea.