We left for a little relaxing at a beach-side cabin. So first you drive for an hour and a half (sounds good, right, a little knitting time?) and I was riding in the passenger seat working away on my Grownup Bonnet. And then I get to the part that says switch to smaller needles. Bam! I didn’t see that one coming, and I have no smaller needles. Ok, I try not to panic, let’s see...I have socks in need of toes that I can work on and… Ahh!!! That’s all I packed for four days!
Get on the cell phone. There must be a yarn shop on the way...Yes! It’s Wild Fibers in Mt. Vernon. We have a boat to catch so I’m cutting it a little close. Jump out of the car. Run in and grab the needles. Don’t get distracted by the pretty yarn, hurry and get to the register. Don’t let them see the panic in my eyes as I try and patiently wait to be rung up whilst picturing my husband in the car ticking down the minutes on his watch. I think I cut ahead of someone that wandered away from the register. I am ruthless in my panic.
Back in the car. Red merino sock yarn? How did that get in my bag? I swear I wasn’t shopping for yarn. (Dang clear plastic shopping bags!)
Hurry to the marina. Get the kids into lifejackets. Hurry to boat and check my watch. Whew, four minutes to spare. Do you think I would’ve lived down that one if I’d made us miss the boat?
That same night at the cabin my daughter’s cough took a turn for the worse, and when your 3 year old would rather be home than at the beach it’s time to call the Water Taxi and admit defeat.
Four day vacation shortened into 14 hour vacation. At least my little dear is doing a slight bit better with medication. The Grownup Bonnet however did not fare well after all that, and I'm not saying more about it for now.
