Airports...and Why I'm Bored

One would think a knitter capable of knitting away the hours. In most cases, this is true. When it comes to someone like me, it's not that true when in an airport. Oh, sure, stick me in front of the television and I could watch an entire season worth of shows as long as I have my needles and yarn with me. But put me in an airport and no, I'm not going to knit. It's sort of like letting your cat out; she'll immediately want to come back in. I'll have brought enough stuff to keep me occupied for hours but I won't want to use anything I've brought to the airport with me. That goes double on a day like today when I get to spend 6 hours waiting in Washington, DC for my plane.

I'm hoping I finish my sock and maybe at least start the other one at some point today. I'm making a pair of Show-Off Stranded Socks by Anne Campbell out of a skein of Spunky Eclectic Tough Sock in Water Nymph I've had for a few years. I'm loving the colors and the way they're knitting up.

I have some more yarn on hand in the unlikely case I actually finish these socks, but that yarn's at the bottom of my Nantucket Diddy-Bag. I've already gotten one comment on it from a woman at the United Airlines counter today. She, a knitter who has been published in Vogue, turns hers inside out. It's a pretty good idea, but I'm trying to not lose stuff while in the airport. I'll play around with the bag when I get to the boat.