Life's a Stitch

This is a story of an errant water bottle. Somebody on our flight from Amsterdam to Seattle did a poor job of packing a one litre water bottle. As her luggage was being loaded onto the plane, said bottle escaped her bag and fell into an open panel into an irretrievable position causing a significant delay. You see, it required unloading all the baggage, disassembling part of the plane, retrieving the bottle, fixing the plane and reloading the luggage. I forgot, a chunk of time was spent on paper work to record the water bottle incident. Three hundred passengers and the crew were not happy with a woman named Nicky. I was especially miserable as I was forced into an unplanned knitting detox that stretched from ten hours to eleven and a half. I thought I had planned well with my plastic Denise needles, however, I attached the incorrect size to the project in progress.

On our arrival in Seattle I enthusiastically dug through my luggage for the correct size in anticipation of our long layover. I didn’t notice the sign above my head which read that is was illegal to open any luggage prior to customs inspection under penalty of fine! I sweated through the line up convinced I was caught on camera or by some knitting needle sniffing pooch. After waiting for the rest of the luggage, lines for immigration, customs, rechecking of luggage…I never did get to knit even one stitch.

Another happy trip photo, after a couple of nights of sleep it seems like a dream. This is in the bell tower of a cathedral in Stralsund, up a narrow passageway and a couple of ladders – 366 steps in all. I think I left dents in the guard rail and I most definitely did not look down:

Look what was waiting for me at home. I won a contest on Michele’s blog – Beknitted. Thanks, Michele! You know it will be put to good use.