Last night I accompanied Ms. P to her choir rehearsal and sat in the sanctuary knitting while they messed around with entrances and exits and feedback and speaker placement and mic volumes.
I swear, I'm knitting like a student driver. If I keep my eyes on the yarn at all times, then we're fine. If I look elsewhere for even a second, watch out, we're heading for the ditch! I screwed up my sister's scarf so badly I had to rip it all out. I then started over nine times. By the time the rehearsal was over I had a pitifully small start on a scarf with one amazing error, and a large pile of unravelled yarn.
Who knew PMS could make me this terribly clumsy?
*Said to Ms. P by a choir-mate, when I gathered up my bags to follow her out.
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