Now, that's what I'm talking about. 70* and sunshine. It's good to be home.
Okay, funny sewing in the airport story. Sewed on the plane from MN to TX and nobody said a word or even looked twice. Got to Dallas and had lunch and went to the gate and sat down and started sewing and this guy...this REALLY HOT guy sits down across from me. He says "that must be hard by hand."
"Not so much, but I like to keep something for my hands to do."
"Get many stares and looks in public?"
"Oh, do you. I knit too, but nowadays mostly i quilt."
"I have my knitting in my bag here"
And, he pulls it out. And, we chatted the hour away, him knitting and me sewing and talking across the aisle about our daughters and his wife and the girlfriend that taught him to knit and our first knitted sweaters and what disasters they were. As time passed, I noticed that while there were 50 or so chairs all around, only the dozen or so chairs closest to us were full. Most of the rest were empty. All kinds of people came and sat down beside us and talked to us about what we were doing.
When I got up to make my last trip before boarding...you know that trip...I shook his hand and introduced myself and we exchanged names and that was that.
Okay, the beast is home and I'm about to be hugged.