I complained that my hands were cold the other night, and Bob asked me while I wasn't wearing my fingerless gloves. I just hadn't thought of it. I asked him to go get them for me--they were in the pockets of my coat--and when he brought them, I asked him if he would like a pair.
He wasn't sure, but he tried mine on--!--they fit, albeit pretty snugly, and he said he might. So I went down in the basement to my stash, and found a couple of balls of alpaca. I'm not sure if that's really the right fiber. It's very soft, but not terribly stretchy. We'll see. I'm about halfway done with the ribbing. A nice, fairly mindless project. I worked on them this morning while standing in line at the post office, in front of a very annoying woman on a cell phone.
She remarked to whoever she was talking to that the person in front of her was knitting, and I was afraid she was going to start talking to me after she finished her call, but she didn't, which was almost stranger. Do people think that their phone calls are personal, even when they're standing in the middle of a room full of people? That just because we can't hear the other person's responses, we can't hear theirs? Weird. She was also talking about how incompetent and slow the postal workers were/are at that post office. Pretty obnoxious.