Being left-handed and old, getting up in years, dumb as a box or rocks, set in my ways, I have never learned to knit. Not for lack of willing teachers, but more a matter of having “iffy” hand and eye coordination. And so, I have taken to using the loom in the picture. It can be slow going, but I enjoy it, and it keeps my hands occupied. You can always tell my work, because the only thing I can do is a cable stitch in the picture. You may have to squint.
When I went to knitting yesterday morning, I couldn’t find my “hook’. It’s a bit of bent metal set into a plastic handle, which is used to flip the bottom loop of yarn over the one on top. A crochet hook won’t work, so I was using my fingers. I mentioned this to The Squire in passing, not complaining, just wondering what on earth I had done with it.
“How does it look?”
I extended my index finger and bent it at a slight angle.
“OK. I know what you mean.”
He wandered off, and I heard the electric grinder going in the back room. He came back a few minutes later and presented me with a “new” hook. He’d taken a thin screwdriver, ground off the blade, and carefully bent it to the proper angle. He’d actually chosen a tool with a pocket clip, so I could keep it in my shirt pocket!
Spoiled? Moi? Never!
thisendoftheswamp 
Yea Jim!
I still think that you could rake in the money if you would just get the Squire to give lessons on “How to Train Your Hubby.”
It amazes me that he came already trained. To quote my sister, “I’ve decided to let him keep me”.