I took my Red Wagon socks to Florida with me, but I didn't touch them. I pulled them out yesterday and knit a little, then realized I'd made yet another mistake in the heart pattern, unknit 6 rows, reknit 2, saw another mistake, unknit 2, reknit one or two. Who knows where I am now. Or if I'll ever finish them.
I need to get back to the test-knit shawl, but there was no way I was taking that to Orlando where little fingers would no doubt play with 1500 tiny glass beads and they'd spill on the carpet or tile several times and I'd pull all of my hair out.
At least then I wouldn't have to color the gray anymore.