Today marks the first full day of Chibication, which means that yesterday was a day full of airports (which I loathe) and airplanes (which I love). I traveled through three different time zones, drained a pair of (rechargeable) AA batteries, and for some reason Zoltar’s backspace key is a little sticky today, but other than that I am now safe and sound here in Clovis, NM. Chibication has officially begun!
Anyway, the thought of spending all those hours on a plane with nothing to crochet almost made me weep, so I thoroughly investigated the acceptable carry-on items and collected the following:
A few acrylic hooks (which I despise. I actually snapped the pink one in half during a layover in Memphis, but I was afraid my steel hooks wouldn’t make it through security) and a plastic needle, which I thought would be better than no needle at all (it wasn’t).
A teeny tiny scissors (note I did not say a pair of scissors. It’s one item people. ONE scissors):
And a nail file. The TSA website said that I was allowed to have scissors with a blade less than four inches, but I like to have back-up plans, and a nice lady on the interwebs mentioned that she was able to saw through some yarn with said file when her scissors were confiscated (too bad she didn’t have a pair, eh?). I took a picture of the nail file, but I didn’t want to be “that girl who posts pictures of nail files” on her blog (though I bet Thoreau would have approved). You all know what a nail file looks like.
So, instead of looking at my usual suburban hell, I got to look at this:
And this:
And snack on these:
While I made this:
I discovered during my last Chibication that a prop plane flight from ABQ to Clovis actually doubled my airfare cost, so this time I flew only as far as Lubbock, TX, where my Chibi came and picked me up! Hooray! Half as expensive airfare = twice as many Chibications!
I had some time to kill in the Lubbock Airport (oh, such a cute little airport!), so I set up camp in the *only* baggage claim room they had, spent some hard earned quarters on snacks, and made about a gazillion of these:
I was, if you can believe it, the *only* person in the room. In an airport. I still can’t quite believe it. })i({