Recently my husband had the unique opportunity to watch me knit. Unique because rarely does the man have a moment of rest and I do not seem to get more than 30 minutes of knitting in a day.
We were with the kids at the playground, and I remembered my knitting. My husband sat watching me for roughly ten minutes. At first, it was just plain annoying – I am not used to someone hovering and watching and this is for Me. Then, I felt somewhat flattered – he seemed to admire my handi-work. But my ego was squished abruptly. He opened his mouth. Read the rest of this entry ?
