I had a teeny-tiny knitting setback yesterday.
It all started when I tried to get myself and all my paraphernalia from the baseball complex parking lot to the field. (Watching Grandson #1...aka the CandyMan...in his 12U World Series).
Purse--check. Camera (extra-long lens)--check. Knitting, knitting, and more knitting--check (it was an all day baseball thing). Small soft cooler with lunch---check. Yeti water tumbler. Pooh. I'm out of hands. But.....I just bought this handy-dandy new fangled lid that slides closed for just such an occasion, so I c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y placed it in my knitting bag (on the side opposite the camera...I was being careful!) and off I went. Oh, yeah. I also had a folding chair strapped across my chest.
I looked like a sherpa.
What I don't understand....and I sincerely hope someone out there can help me....is how all these cute, young moms manage to carry everything they need for a whole weekend for their family of 5 in a designer tote, with a hand free to help their friends (who are mom to a family of 6 or 7) with a stray child?
My first twenty minutes in the stands was spent sorting out all the soaked knitting stuff...including the accessory bag that I hardly ever carry with me. (Camera was damp, not ruined, thank goodness!) Yep. The ENTIRE 20 oz OF ICE WATER--which doesn't sound like a lot, but let me assure you it IS-- somehow leaked out of the 'secure' lid--only thing left in it was the ice, lid still 'secured'.
I had some Christmas (fingerless mitts) knitting in a plastic bag (yech, I hardly ever carry knitting in a plastic bag since I own three thousand cute project bags).
They were dry, but I finished the last of them en route to the game and just jammed the finished mitts in what was now the only dry thing in the whole bag.
My knitting of choice for the afternoon was going to be this...
the 'baseball' socks I started the other night at the college wooden bat game. They were so wet I could wring them out. The second skein of yarn was equally wet. They were put out in the sun to dry, along with the accessory bag.
As was a book and two unwound skeins of BT Loft. Those soaked skeins must have protected the Bressay dress, though, because it was only damp. Had it also been wet...that would have been three strikes on me and I really would NOT have been a happy spectator.
As it was...I got to spend the rest of the 90+ degree day with a wooly wool dress on my lap. Progress was made.
So...what did I learn?
- Plastic bags have their place.
- Never, ever, ever leave home without at least a month's worth of knitting...even if you are only gone 8 hours.
and, most importantly...
- Tote only water. (kool-aid? lemonade? coffee? red wine?? eep!!! Just the thought brings tears to my eyes.)
- Never trust a secure lid.
linking with Ginny for Yarnalong.
Still reading the same book as last week! Still enjoying it.