I bet I’m the only one around here who’s done this
The other day I actually stabbed myself in the hand with a knitting needle. I am not even kidding. I reached down to pick up my knitting, apparently with a little more force than usual, and the tip of one of the needles went right into my hand. Ouch. And all this time I thought that was impossible. Silly me.
The good news is it didn’t do much damage. I mean, without getting too ishy, it didn’t do much more than break the surface. I just went “Aaahh! (insert bad words here)” and pulled it out again. And it was just a size one needle. Those are very tiny. The last bit of good news is that it wasn’t a wooden knitting needle, which I suspect would have broken. I suspect that would have been a slightly bigger problem.
Today it just kind of looks like a mosquito bite. And I didn’t even get blood on the yarn. I was pleased about that.
Here is a picture of Sock One.
Sock two is still on the needles. I am so done with these socks, but unfortunately, I am not finished, if you know what I mean. This yarn did not knit up quite as cute as I thought it would, and it has been fighting me every step of the way. I don’t think it wants to be socks, but since it is sock yarn, it doesn’t have much choice.