Yesterday was a long long day. I didn’t realize how long it was until I added three to the time in Seattle and came to the realization that I had been traveling for nine hours. Seattle is really really far away…in case you weren’t aware. I definitely wasn’t aware until now. Also, for more math fun, subtract 30 from the temperature in DC right now and that is the temperature here. I am actually freezing here. I should be in sweaters, hats and pants. Instead I am walking around like a confused tourist in flip flops and a t-shirt…shivering.
Anyways, our first flight was at 6 am so there was not much knitting happening at that hour. By the time we endured a two hour layover in O’Hare, I had almost completed my swatch for the Shadow Sweater, which is ultimately what I decided to knit while I was gone. I also took along my Albers Cowl project, which hasn’t been touched since I returned from Mexico. So anyways, after we reached the second plane and finally got to our seat, I needed to block my swatch and was anxious to do so. The didn’t want to lose my momentum on the sweater and really wanted to cast on right away. I asked my husband to please let me out so that I could ask for a cup of water to block my swatch. (the plane wasn’t going anywhere for awhile and were just sitting there waiting for everyone else to board.) He was horrified. Really. Quite horrified. He told me that we “aren’t flying on fibre space air” that the plane was “not my personal yarn shop” and that there wasn’t “a swift and ball winder in the cockpit for me to use either.” He absolutely insisted that I could not leave my seat to go get a cup of water to block a swatch. He acted like I was insane for even asking. I found this to be rather unreasonable so I tried to flatten the swatch by smothering it with my hot sweaty hands…which didn’t work at all but did keep me from getting violent on an airplane with my husband in order to get him to move out of the way. So I just got frustrated and put the project away and worked on the Albers cowl. Silly husbands and their unreasonable expectations. Don’t they know that knitters are nuts?