But I did get it finished, although the morning of my appointment was cutting it too close.
This was for the doctor who was taking no new patients when mine retired but who, when I asked, not only said yes but said yes with great enthusiasm.
I had only ever seen her wearing black; today as it happens she’d branched out: a black top and khaki pants.
They only had charcoal at the store but I figured it would definitely do.
She not only loved it–she told me maybe this would get her to pick her needles up again after a couple of years of not really knitting and she was quite enthused about that, too.
She’s a knitter. All she’d needed was a spark. I’d had no idea.