With a sweet, sweet road trip ahead, I ditched my usual car knitting for one of my most reliable standbys, a never-ending gobstopper of a project:
My Bloomsbury needlepoint.
Does anybody ever finish a needlepoint project? Serious question.
I took this Shell Cushion with me on a month of travel last summer. I worked on it steadily the whole time, then I ran out of some of the colors. (I am working it in basketweave, which takes more yarn than tent stitch, which was specified. Rookie error.) Running out of wool can send a project into timeout for years, but in this case, additional wool arrived from the big wall of Anchor Tapestry Wool at Craft South in Nashville.
Needlepoint is fun—it doesn’t require counting or keeping track of anything, so it’s totally car ready.
I feel like I’m cheating on knitting. But that’s OK. At the end of this car ride, I’ll run back into knitting’s arms and hug it around the neck, just like last year.