It’s probably a good thing that P has both a great deal of patience and a number of his own interests and hobbies, because right now there’s a blocking shawl taking up the kitchen table, a new winding station in the living room that has yet to find a permanent place, and a knitting machine (in its box) in the foyer.
The knitting machine is actually his mother’s; she lent it to me yesterday and I’m very excited to try it out. If I was less of an adult, I’d call in sick and spend the rest of the week trying to make it work. (I bet that just for that, the tickle in my throat is going to bloom into a full-on cold and I’ll be home but too sick to do anything. Just watch.)
She also showed me some of the stuff she’s made, and when I mentioned talking to my mother about knitting, she said that yes, she’d smuggled yarn into the Soviet Union in her day. I really need to do some sort of blog interview with those two.