I love the fact that the terminology for binding off has historically included casting off. I am also probably writing the 838th blog post in the knitting blogosphere to that effect, but I don't care.
I am binding off the color affection shawl I'd been working on this fall. Doing a slim i-cord bind-ff. If it were here, I'd show you a picture, but it's in the car.
I am casting off. Tomorrow I head out of town for some small Thanksgiving. A little family, a little down-time, and a LOT of driving. I won't get to knit in the car until the second and third legs of the trip. I'm on my own for the first and last, me and a lengthy list of podcasts. Will be done with weekend road tripping early enough to have one bit of weekend At Home. Looking forward also to some playing hooky At Home on Sunday morning, knitting with coffee and pyjamas before heading out, at the end of that day, for a work call.
Tomorrow at 3:00, though, and traffic notwithstanding, I'm leaving the work behind. NOT packing it. I'm taking one book, the historical novel Wolf Hall - don't know if it's frivolous or not, but it'll serve its purpose. And the knitting. I am packing knitting. TONIGHT. In fact, most of it is already in the car - the shawl and the green gloves are ready to go.
I need to be ready to go. Not binding off. Casting off.
Happy Thanksgiving. (I don't pretend anyone reading this lives beyond the middle part of North America, or minds the myopia, US expats notwithstanding..... )