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Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Knitting on the train.
One of the more interesting things about knitting on my metro ride to and from work is how the other passengers regard it. Most people in the general viscinity spend at least a few seconds watching me work. Some will spend the duration of my trip watching. Some regard the project with the air of another knitter, someone who understands what I'm doing and is following along with the pattern. Others look at me as if I've grown another head. Their eyes narrow a little, their head tilts, and they watch with absolute curiosity and bewilderment.A brave few will ask what I'm knitting. (Of course, not everyone knows to call it knitting. I've gotten the ambiguous "making," along with "crocheting" and "sewing.")
This morning, a man dressed in work clothes and a baseball hat splattered with paint and spackle, stretched out across both seats opposite mine called over, "Are you knitting a sock?"
Usually, I try not to make eye contact with people on the metro because they get the wrong idea and I wind up lured into conversation. I had to glance at this guy, though, to figure out if he was serious. I was working on a scarf. It was flat, bulky, fairly narrow, and at least two feet long. A sock? How does it even begin to resemble a sock? But he looked serious, so I told him it was a scarf, and he seemed impressed and left me to work without saying anything else.
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