RIP my vintage hooks.
I took plastic hooks on the plane to Chicago, hoping that they would be security acceptable. They were.
But it was the cabin pressure got them!
It must be something to do with bakalite/vintage plastic and 35,000 feet, but they kept breaking whilst I used them.
By the time I arrived, they were in tiny pieces and I'd actually had to resort to knitting with a pair of cocktail stirrers. Who knew twizzle sticks were so adaptable?
TIP: if you're flying and your airline won't let you take knitting needles, then cocktail; stirrers are the babies that you should ask a steward for. They certainly knit plastic bag yarn well.
So our first few hours in the flamin' hot city were spent searching for new crochet hooks. Not that easy on Columbus Day, when all the knitting shops were shut.
But thanks to the wonderful folks at renegade handmade, who took time to find us a local store that was open, my beloved hooks have shiny new replacements. And yes, I bought enough to get me through the week and all the way back to Belfast.
Sorry that there are no pics, but the B&B mac I'm typing this on doesn't have bluetooth. I'll add a pic of the twizzle stick knitting when I get home.