Well, I'm the one who was desperate. It boggles my mind how needle challenged I have been lately. You may recall a recent rant while out on the road for twelve days and I didn't have all the needles I needed to be able to keep working on the Noro Blossom Jacket. That fix required $55. Is that like a knitters equivalent to a nickle bag? (BTW, let me quell any suspicions that I have first hand knowledge of this stuff as I hold forth in street drug parlance. But hey - I've got cable).
Minutes before rushing off to the airport yesterday, I pulled out a brand new beautiful bag of Queensland Kathmandu DK to start the new project that was to transport me across country. With horror I realized my needle bag that holds every flipping circular needle I could ever possibly need between now and doomsday was missing all my #6's. Oh yeah, now I remember the UFO's at home that have the needles I need in them RIGHT NOW. My only defense is that I was running a fever when I packed for this trip.
Panic was setting in. OMG, what am I going to do for the next 7 hours at 30 whatever thousand feet?
So my friend Phyl, in true superhero form, whips out her beautiful interchangeable bamboo needle set - fastens #6 bamboo tips to cable - and hands them over to me with absolutely no hesitation. "You can just mail it back to me when you get home."
So I am sending them off first thing tomorrow with a great big thank you to my friend Phyl for saving my bacon and keeping me sane. I was able to knit all the way home from NY to CO - including a layover in D.C. Those withdrawals could have been really ugly for my fellow passengers to witness.
I'm hoping Phyl will agree to become my sponsor in a newly founded chapter of Needle-less Anonymous.