really, really, pointy
I just finished the thumb gusset on the first mitten, and thought I'd share.
There was a sight mishap yesterday. It involved a pointy needle and a foot. I'm still flabbergasted that I haven't found an, um, "exit wound", 'cause it felt like there should have been one. But instinct took over, and I pulled before I even looked to see exactly how far in it went. (It went far. I know that.) Almost no blood, which may creep me out a bit more than if there were a lot. (I mean, what did the needle actually hit?) I'm fine now (though still kinda squicked), walked to and from knitting group with no pain, and fairly sure that I'm up to date on relevant shots, so nothing to really worry about. But still. ICKICKICKICKICK! Rest assured that I will never leave these needles on the floor, again. Also, thank goodness for Shetland. Or faux-Shetland, as it may be. The needle came out of the knitting, too, but the stitches didn't even think of budging. Not that it even occurred to me to look until the initial adrenaline rush had subsided, and I was sure my foot wasn't going to immediately fall off.
Writing about it makes me all jittery and nauseated, but I had to share. Consider it a public service announcement. POINTY!