I got a real buzz when I was packing the knitting away to get off the train this evening. One of the other commuters getting off at my station came up to me and said "it's lovely watching you knit - it reminds me of my mother". I felt all warm and fuzzy and smiled all the way home on the bus! The joys of knitting in public.
Too see what I was knitting, please click here.
I love knitting on the train. It makes me feel like the commute time is not wasted (ie: it appeals to the thrift in me). It also appeals to the repressed exhibitionist in me. I like the idea that people can watch me knit - placates an unfulfilled desire to engage in performance art perhaps - without exposing myself to ridicule. Or maybe I just like to show off that I can do it.