Looking for a Sense of Direction
I love knitting on the road. Windows down, radio on, the hum of the engine and the feel of the yarn and needles in my hands (It's okay-- I'm not the one behind the wheel)! It's all so relaxing...until my husband hands me the map and asks me to find the directions to where we're driving. Why does he do this to me? Furthermore, why does he do this to himself?? My husband was born with a 100% accurate internal compass. Mine was broken when I got it. Never, ever works! Here's what I see when I look at a map: I see lines going "this way" intersecting with lines going "that way". Scribbles on a complicated-to-fold page. I give it a try every time. I will stare at that map until the creases in my brow match those on the page in my lap. Then I take out my phone and ask Google Maps to talk us through the directions. She talks, he listens, I knit and we all arrive at our destination. God bless you Google Maps! New Hat Pattern: S