So at 6 am this morning :shock: I was at Oakland International Airport to drop my son off for his visit to his father in Kentucky. Besides the fact that we were there at that ungodly hour, (and you wouldn’t BELIEVE the lines, ladies!), I saw at least 2 other knitters.
What was cool is that of the three of us (I ended up whipping out my socks and working on them quite a bit), I was the oldest!!! At 32! So much for little ol’ ladies knitting! One of the girls was a total punk rocker, which was so cool! Black dyed hair, piercings, the whole bit, knitting on some oversized needles. And my son pointed out the other girl who was knitting while waiting to board the plane.
By the way, they let me through security with my Addi Turbos. Granted, they were a size 2, but they were metal, so it either slipped through or they’ve chilled out a bit. And usually, because I wear a scarf on my head and my son wears a yarmulke and tzitzis, we get a little closer scrutiny. So I worried about the needles getting through. But no worries.
It was so nice to keep my hands busy while I waited for his plane to take off …