For 2 1/2 weeks, I was separated from my sewing machine. And if I had had my sewing machine, I might never have left the beach. One of my grandmothers actually had her husband build a sewing machine into the glove compartment of her car. She would sew as he drove. (I swear this is true.) But, being separated from my addiction gave me time to knit.
At home, I normally only knit when I watch TV. And I just don't watch that much TV anymore. So I did some serious knitting while I was on this trip. (Drum roll please) I finished my sock. I completed it in California. And my husband's reaction?
"Great you can wear them now."
"Um no, I finished my 'sock', singular. Now I have to do the other one."
"How long did it take you to make that sock?!"
"Ah.. 3 months..." He was not impressed! Can you imagine? (Humph!) I immediately cast on the second sock. And I finished it (well, except for closing the last 8 stitches) at the beach house.
Sock one: 3 months. Sock two: 1 week. And then I started my second pair of socks. (Which will sit, unloved, until my next trip away from my sewing machine, or until Ugly Betty starts up again.)