during her visit that Muggles can't see the things knitters do. Apparently their brains protect them from seeing things they can't comprehend, like the fact that she puts her knitting in the yard and photographs it.
I tried this out at home.
So I sauntered over to the ti plant and began to arrange it. I took my time, tried to figure out how to make it drape nicely and just gave up after a several shots.
My husband looked over, drank his tea, and went back to his email. We never spoke of this incident afterwards.
I was so sure he would ask what on earth I was doing. Apparently, his mind has shielded him from seeing what my knitting involves.
It's kind of like when I told him that my LYS, Purlescence, was having a doorbuster sale on Black Friday. I mentioned it on Thursday, said it would be at 6:00 a.m. He looked at me strangely. I then asked him, "do you think it will be crowded?" He said, "no way."
On Friday morning, I woke up and went to the sale at 6:15am. When I came home, he asked where I went. I told him that I went to the yarn store, just like I told him I would do the day before. He had no recollection of the conversation.
He also did not ask me if I bought anything at the sale. Smart guy.