Knitting and scout camp. A tale of stubborness and fortitude.
When I was still a new knitter another scout mom saw me knitting in a meeting, and, when I was the ONLY volunteer to chaperone the boys for a week at camp said to me in an extremely snotty tone "Well, you won't be able to sit around and knit all week. You're going to have to actually watch the boys"
At the time my outside words were "I'll be fine" but my INNER voice was all "HOLD MY BEER, BITCH!"
And I spent the next two weeks before camp learning how to knit while keeping my eyes closed and walking. THEN I made a little pouch to carry the yarn and needles on my belt.
I walked EVERYWHERE that week, and knit Six washcloths.
Because fuck her.