More DNA!

Despite the fact that I need to be awake... oh in four hours... I have realized what I am going to knit and how I'm getting it to Rochester.

I'm going to be working on yet *another* DNA scarf (I am just churning these out this year. I am a DNA-making machine) ... on my trusty metal US 11s and my trusty metal cabling hook.

The TSA does not like metal knitting needles.

I am going to check my suitcase.

That's it. That's my wonderfully insane plan. Instead of throwing my suitcase in the overhead compartment, I'm going to check it in, which means I get to have my knitting in Rochester!

The fact that I'm blogging my wonderfully awesome plan speaks levels about my knitting addiction.

The Great TSA

Whilst driving to the library, I was thinking about knitting as a hobby.

It's not. It's more of an addiction for me. On my attempt to visit Alissa last night, I looked through my stash and knitting basket like a woman possessed, trying to find idiot knitting.*

Now I'll be flying to Rochester on Tuesday, and I have the same problem. What knitting can I bring with me ... that will get through airport security ... and last me until Saturday night when I return? I restarted my silk and mohair Edgar that I haven't touched since March or April. I'm using veeeeeery long US 8 needles, that while plastic, are veeeeeery long. There is nothing on the TSA website about proper length of needles, just that circs should be less than 31 inches long ... and plastic or bamboo (there goes my 40 inch Addi Turbos).

On a slightly related note, I went to the library today and came home with two hardcover books. Oh yes. I'll be awesome with my nonfiction medieval book and my fantasy book.

(The reindeer that live in my backyard.)

*Idiot knitting, for me, consists of baby hats. Very very simple baby hats. You cast on. You knit for five inches. You start to decrease. The five inches of stockinette can be done anywhere. It is fantastic.