The last time I defied the laws of gravity and rode in a conveyance several hundred feet above the earth was in 1973. Back then you could take anything on the plane. People still smoked in planes back then, and yes, I did knit on board, using those big dangerous knitting needles, and (gasp!) scissors. You see, though I love to read, there are times when I can't. Such as when I'm defying the laws of gravity. Or when a no doubt very skillful surgeon is operating on a loved one. When I'm a bit (or a lot) uneasy I can't enjoy reading. I need to do something like knitting. Or sewing. Which both require dangerous weaponry, or at least needles and scissors.
You know and I know that a plane full of happily occupied passengers is much safer than one filled with bored and testy passengers. Knitting needles are no more dangerous than a pencil or pen, but don't say it out loud, or we may not even be able to write on the next flight.
My counted cross stitch needle isn't the least bit sharp, and I suppose I could use my teeth to cut the thread.
Well, bloggers, what do you do when you fly? We have a little fantasy of visiting the Aloha state, but we can't get there without defying gravity.
This is the stool sample I told you about. A little office humor. Cute, isn't it?