It’s been a full weekend, and it’s hard to believe it’s coming to an end – luckily I still have tomorrow morning to cling to some bit of NYC touristing (goodness knows yet what form that touristing will take), but there have been some good moments. I’ll update more later but for now I give you an image of a local knitter in natural habitat. Here, Rebecca knits standing up while waiting for the subway. Note the (full) Starbucks’ cup clutched skillfully in the crook of her arm, ready to be deployed with the non-sock-holding hand at a moment’s notice.
This evening while riding the subway on the way back, we were sitting and chatting and knitting away on our socks (her on her 2nd sock of current BMFA Rockin’ Sock Club socks, me on my 1st sock of a new pair of Jaywalkers), and the man next to us piped up after several moments of watching us, wondering “do you ever do that and look down and think, ‘I wonder if I’ll ever finish?'” He asked about how long we’d been knitting, if we’d learned in a class, what sorts of things we knitted. He also said that he learned to knit in junior high school and people made fun of him at the time, but in that same class he also met the girl who later became his wife. Instead of the incredulous surprise that one often recieves while knitting in public, it was spontaneous knitting appreciation. A nice little moment on a Sunday evening.
Tomorrow night I’ll be back home and probably even more zonked, but with more photos and yarn to report on. And looking for more ways to knit in public. Keep the knitting close by!