After finishing the May Basket socks while at the Representative Assembly in San Diego, I immediately cast on for a pair of basic socks in Trekking. Nothing fancy since my attention needed to be on the business of the association and not on the pattern of my socks. I had almost finished the first sock as I came home from San Diego. I would have loved to have worked on it on the flight but realized one of the needles had fallen to the bottom of my carry on and I didn't want to drag everything out in the cramped space of the plane. I soon cast on for the next sock but favored Girasole while sitting on my couch, at least until I finished chart D and got half way through the first rendition of chart E and realized that my stitch count is off. I am slowly tinking back (notice the stitch markers now in the knitting)
That simple sock that didn't require a pattern seemed a natural thing to pack for my trip to Wales. I would have some time to knit on the plane and a bit while navigating and yelling"stay left, stay left" to the intrepid driver on our excursion. I didn't get as much knitting done as I would have liked but would have finished the sock on the return flight except that I had heard rumors that Heathrow airport was much more strict in their safety checks and there was a possibility of losing my needles, so I packed it away in my checked baggage and included an incomplete set of wooden needles (I had broken the 5th) and another skein of Trekking for my carry on. While they thoroughly searched my bag, swabbed all of my electronics and confiscated the cork screw that lives at the bottom of my purse (that I didn't realize was there since I had no problem getting it through TSA where all I had to do was tell the screener that the long thin things in the x-ray were knitting needles). So as I waited in the boarding area, I cast on for a new plain sock and managed to get to the heel flap before arriving home.
It makes me excited to get back to ice skating with all of these new socks soon to be in the rotation.