Given my hangup about dedication to completing each “real” project before I start another, I couldn’t bring myself to start a new baby sweater with Kai still unsewn. So on WWKIP day, I packed up (OK, I picked it up, as I always have it in an knitting bag nearby) the coral yarn I’ve been using lately for charity rectangles and headed out the the big, wide “P”. (Public, folks.)
My sister AJ and I headed out to a local chain restaurant (rhymes with “snacker carrel”) that makes heart-cloggin’, butt-kickin’, tummy-bustin’ breakfasts (and other meals, but it was breakfast time for you night sleepers) and plopped ourselves down at the trough table.
(I love having breakfast food for my dinner, don’t you? My mom used to treat us to it every once in a while and I didn’t know until very recently that it was because we were almost broke on those particular days and needed to eat “cheap,” which was not easy to do in a family of 7.)
While waiting for our ginormous breakfasts, I pulled out the (US) size-10 needles and cast on the 19 stitches of doubled Red Heart that form the 7-inch base of the charity rectangle. People started noticing: first the man sitting diagonally to my left, then a young woman across the aisle on my right, then a stereotypically grandma-aged woman at the table behind that, the waitress. All of them except the granny smiled and nodded, looked pleasantly surprised, emoted. Not granny, though. She looked a little irked, in fact, that I would be doing such a thing there… or at all… or something. (Maybe she just had indigestion… or couldn’t really see me, even with her glasses on… or never smiles at anyone…)
Unfazed, I knit until my food was served, finishing about 3 inches’ worth of rows.
After we waddled out of the restaurant, AJ and I parked our patooties on a couple of the rocking chairs that are on display and for sale in front of the store. She took a nicotine breathing treatment (as there’s no smoking in Florida restaurants OR in my car) and I pulled out the knitting again. Got another inch or so done, while people passed, smiling, into the business.
It kind of surprised me that no one asked what I was making, as they often do when I KIP, but maybe my sister and I looked too intent in our conversation to interrupt.
After that, we went to Books-a-Million, the same one where I KIP last year on WWKIP day. This time we didn’t stay long enough to justify pulling out the knitting, but we did linger long enough for me to decide I had to have a “new” knitting book. I fell in love with and bought “Itty-Bitty Nursery” by Susan B Anderson. So clever and adorable and packed with things that make you go “awwwwwww!” OMG, the pictures in this book make my ovaries hurt!
I can’t wait to make a couple of those “Cupcake Hats”.
And I’m pretty sure I’ll be heading back to B-a-M to get “Itty-Bitty Hats” soon. I resisted for ages, but Anderson has hooked me. Resistance truly was futile.
Oh, and the charity rectangle: I finished it this morning at work.