Isn’t she knitting?
I’ll fess up. My arm is totally hosed. My right arm.
Every Thanksgiving my family and I volunteer at our Church to do Thanksgiving for 100 people. A whole bunch of incredible volunteers join us, but my DH and I do the coordination and timing (and a chunk of the cooking). Two days of chopping (55 lbs of potatoes, 30 lbs of winter squash, 10 lbs of carrots, 20 lbs of onions, 10 lbs of celery, 15 lbs of turnips), plus more whisking, stirring, and mashing then you can shake a stick at. That’s probably when I hurt my right arm the first time.
Then Christmas knitting kicked in–hats, sweaters, and finishing work. I did get it done though.
Finally, inventory at the store–I moved everything in the yarn department at least once. Every ball of yarn, every book, every notion.
The tendons in my right arm, at my wrist, elbow, and shoulder, have gone on strike. I’ve been told that I can’t do any repetitive motion. Grrrrr. So, I’m not doing much typing and very, very little knitting. Of course other than one week of NO KNITTING AT ALL, I’ve been sneaking in knitting (a bit like drinking on the sly).
So, how do you sneak knitting in? First, you have to make sure no one is watching you. Second, you do it quietly. Third, you don’t do it for long. Fourth, you hide the evidence. Finally, you practice your “I wasn’t doing anything” look when your DH catches you.
In the spirit of Not Knitting I will update you with a list of WIPs tomorrow.
