Packing for Minnesota and of course I can’t find any of the eleventy million tape measures I’ve accrued over the years.
(I blame the cats.)
I can get one once we arrive in MN, sure, but that doesn’t help me on the plane. I’m knitting a sleeve and I’ll get to the 3” mark where I’m supposed to start a different part of the pattern, and I suppose I’ll have to guess where that is.
Unless…
BRB MacGyvering a tape measure from leftover wedding ribbon and a flat ruler…