Yesterday morning I found myself in a surprising and terrifying place: a place without knitting. I scrounged around for needles and yarn and a pattern, but my hopeful plans were dashed several times. My relief was palpable once I started pulling string through loops. These tiny baby booties for an expectant coworker took just long enough for my husband to bring me the project I forgot at home.
What do you do when you don’t have access to knitting?