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Knitting Isn’t For the Faint-Hearted

by erin on January 12, 2016

Gather ’round, boys and girls, I want to tell you a story about what happened today.


You see, I like to knit.  I like to sneak in knitting everywhere I can.  At the museum with my kids, waiting in line at places, even while waiting in the car line to pick up my daughter from preschool.  I am especially fond of knitting while sitting in the car, because I feel like it’s combining a couple of things that really ought not to be combined.


So, there I was, knitting in the car line to pick up Vi, and I was working on a sock, using DPNs.  These particular DPNs were a gift and they are really quite stiff, and they have metal tips.  They always give me the heebie-jeebies, because of how they’re made, like they could really cause an injury.  Boys and girls, let’s just call that foreshadowing.


So, I was knitting on said sock, using said needles (alleged needles?).  My daughter hopped into the car, and I hurriedly finished the needle I was knitting on.  I went to put the knitting project away and that is when disaster struck.  The tip of the needle dug into my thigh (severe miscalculation #1) and I jerked in pain and surprise.  That led to severe miscalculation #2 when the needle jerked upward from the force of my leg moving and JAMMED INTO THE PALM OF MY FREAKING HAND.  My hand moved up and away, and for one disgusting/horrifying moment that I really wish I had not witnessed, the needle hung in my hand all by its sick little self.  I skewered myself.  A thousand shudders.


I shook my hand vigorously while making a cross between a howl, a shriek, and a really bad word.  I am grateful it was a cold day and the car windows were rolled up, because the preschool teachers would have been really concerned about any additions I might be making to Violet’s vocabulary.  The needle shot out of my hand like a dart of doom and landed on the floor.  Later today I will set out (in Kevlar) to find it on the floor of the car, but I am wary.  There’s nothing more dangerous than a wounded knitting needle.




Meanwhile, boys and girls, take heed of what I say.  Knitting is not for wussies, and you better respect your equipment.  Anybody else having a knitting injury/fiasco to share?


Also, Mary just got back from TNNA in San Diego, and she can’t wait for you to see what she got at market!


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Addie Calvitt January 13, 2016 at 2:32 pm

What a story, Erin! I hope I NEVER come close to anything like that!

How I miss all of you at Yarns, Etc. I finally picked my knitting back up this week after not doing any knitting at all for several months. It feels so good to hold my knitting needles again!

My best to you, Mary, Jane, and everyone there!


Tracey January 30, 2016 at 10:04 pm

Oh Erin, you almost made me pee my pants reading this!!! Hope you are on the mend. ; >


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