So, the hubster and I love to go fishing. Well, he
loves fishing, I love having an excuse to sit on my kiester and knit all
day! A couple of weekends ago, we decided to pack a lunch and head an
hour away to a lake he used to fish with his dad. Well, in typical
Northwest style, it was in the forties in the morning, though it was
going to be in the upper 60’s in the afternoon. So we dressed in layers.
I had on my favorite hand-knitted alpaca sweater with a wool sweater
over it, some new fingerless mitts I’d made, and an alpaca hat I made on
a previous excursion. As for hubs – well, it turns out he’s good at
losing gloves, and had to borrow a pair of mine.
Now, this could be ok, as they were pretty unisex-looking
gloves. Except his hands are twice the size of mine. It was downright
comical, like his hands were the unwitting passengers in a knitted clown
car. I took pity on him and grabbed a ball of unlabeled alpaca I’d
found in the free box here at work, and we took off for the lake.