You know how knitters always make fun of ourselves when we are going on a short trip and we pack enough yarn for two adult sweaters and a baby blanket? We are so adorably optimistic! We have so little understanding of the time it takes to do the craft we do all the time! Aren’t we silly!
Listen: I am here to tell you, running out of yarn is no laughing matter.
The Friday before the new year, Most Moisturized Mom arrived from Omaha. We packed up the car and headed east for our annual eat-a-thon with friends and fam on the 31st, and our traditional display of hardiness by walking on the beach on the first day of the year.
We arrived at night, and MMM took a tumble down some steps and hurt herself pretty bad. She is going to be fine: no broken bones. Her emollient-rich skin will continue to be scientifically younger than mine. But she was in quite a state, with a big ol’ cut on her face, and has required some care. I have come to admire the little hospital in Southampton, New York, where she has been treated with kindness and skill, and one doctor in particular, a plastic surgeon who goes by the name of Dr. Wonderful. (Well, he goes by that name in our family.)
Dr. Wonderful got a text from the ER that Friday night, and came in to the hospital on two successive Saturday mornings to expertly sew up MMM and coordinate all her care. I’m embarrassed to think how different he is from my previous notions of “plastic surgeon.” The son of a nurse, he provides nursing care on the side, as if it is the most natural behavior for a surgeon to run and get some warmed-up blankets when he observes that a little momma might be chilly, or to wheel her to the curb himself so that I could get the car and take her home.
All of this has meant staying out here extra time, and plenty of that terrific commodity known as Bedside Knitting. The knitter’s upside, right?
Well, guess what happened: I ran out of Bedside-eligible knitting.
How ruefully I remember that when I was packing, I considered throwing two extra balls of Spincycle Dyed in the Wool in my bag, with the Parallelogram Scarf I’d just cast on as a good sitting-around-and-eating-constantly project. But those balls are endless!—I told myself. The first two balls would not run out in the course of a holiday weekend! Don’t be silly!
So I left the extra balls behind, and ran out of yarn.
This left me with the only other project I’d brought:
My Kaffe Fassett Big Flower Jacket. Which may be the least portable knitting project in the history of the world.
I did have some odds and ends of emergency dishcloth cotton out here, thank goodness, so I’ve cast on a Ballband Dishcloth, and I’m making the best of it.
But I’ll never make that mistake again. There is no such thing as packing too much yarn.