Almost, but not quite
For those of you curious about these things, here's how eleven hours of traveling breaks down into fingerless gloves:
0:00, some Rowan Felted Tweed. Yum, yum.
2:06, Indianapolis airport
4:50, Minneapolis/St. Paul airport
11:02, in the car somewhere between Seattle and Sammamish
By the time I'd reached my final destination, I'd executed a tubular bind-off on glove number one and begun the ribbing on glove number two. So almost, but not quite, finished. Not too bad, right?
Especially since the project made my flying time about one thousand times more enjoyable. Delayed plane? No problem! More knitting time for me. Sullen, silent seatmate who makes me move so that he can use the lav. three times on a three hour flight and puts the armrest up so that he can encroach on my space while he snores? No biggie. My knitting keeps me sane.
And deadline knitting (even the self-imposed type) is great for steering you clear of those sleepy pockets that exist only on airplanes. You know...the ones that make you take accidental naps from which you wake with a buzzy head and toxic breath. So even though I didn't quite get to the end of the project, I AM A WINNER!!! Yes indeed.