I did it!
I figured out how to knit backwards. All by myself, just me and my brain cells.
Now, I admit anyone watching me on the airplane might have wondered why it was that I stared≈ repeatedly at the front and then the back of my knitting, stuck a needle in here, stuck a needle in there, looked at it some more, tried a different direction, etc. It was sort of like writing your name in a mirror or the first time you tried to parallel park--all do and do-over.
And, quite frankly, it’s anybody’s guess if I’m actually faster doing this than turning so many times in a row, but it’s certainly more peaceful. And less poky, if I’m sitting next to you on an airplane (or, given my last entry, in church). I think I’ll need another six inches or so before I can say that for sure. Stay tuned...