It happened. As promised, he cast on. And he is knitting!
The captain has sat next to me during endless nights of knitting: there was my Stockholm hat phase, my Helsinki hat phase, one scarf, two sets of prototype socks and one recently cast-on prototype redux sock. He likes the final product and it made me feel unexplainably happy to see his noggin covered in a handmade hat on our travels.
But nothing can touch the kind of goofy happiness I get from watching him hold needles and yarn in those hands that I love so much.
He’s doing really well, too! Of course I should have picked a solid, smooth beginner yarn for him but instead I gave him a bigass ball of Noro Furisode and some Lantern Moon needles and called it a day. He’s really good, too, much faster than I was when I first started knitting. It makes me feel really happy and good to help him pick up a dropped stitch or fix the inevitable extra stitch we all get in our beginner scarf.
It doesn’t matter to me if he finishes it or even if he loses interest day after tomorrow. I think it’s so cool that he tried it out. He was funny, though… he’s driving out to see his mom this coming weekend. He has a plan.
Captain: I’m going to wait until it’s a quiet, boring moment then I’m going to pull my knitting out of my backpack.
Me: Are you going to announce your new artistic endeavor or just wait for her to notice?
Captain: I’m going to tell her about this hand-spun what did you call it?
Me: Noro. It’s wool, cotton and silk,
Captain: Right, this Noro yarn I’m really into. It’s made of cotton and wool and some silk. Handmade. In …?
How can you not love a man with a plan, some fuzzy yarn, and two knitting needles?