I picked up Hocks
Yes, I did. I told you I’d been thinking about it. So, I picked it up for a few minutes this weekend, and I listened to some music (a little Hank Jr., a little steel drums) and I knit and missed The Clone, who still lived here when I started that little large-and-knit-with-tiny-yarn project.
And as I knit, I tried to memorize the way the needles and yarn felt in my hands for another little project I am working on, which is only tangentially related to knitting.
But the point is, I worked on Hocks. Finally.