Things that may you say hmmmmm...

Now that I am comfortable knitting in public, who knew that knitting at home would make me self-conscious? Husbands are almost as interesting as toddlers. Apparently my grumbling, nay bitching, about learning something new is annoying. Who knew!? In my own defense, I must find ways of entertaining myself. I am an ultra-marathon/garden/pool widow. Shall I now drop everything I do when the master is under the roof? Enough said. Perhaps he feels himself a knitting widower?

The something new, knitting socks on two circular needles. Mostly figured out. One minor detail remains.