Knit in Peace
Elizabeth Zimmerman, knitting guru extraordinaire, considered a lace shawl the best possible project for family vacation. Now it's been a while since I've been on family vacation, but maybe our family was rowdier than hers. My mom invented a special game just for us three kids to play in the car: Quiet as a Clam.* The rules were simple - a contest to see who could stay quiet the longest. Don't I wish my fellow airline travelers would also play . . .
Have you ever noticed that - when you are knitting in a public place - people talk to you? Perfect strangers come up and start chatting. (I'm not talking about knitters. No knitter is a perfect stranger.) I'm talking about people who want to convert you to their religion, or people who want to tell you that you can buy that sweater/scarf/hat at Wal-M*rt - they're just trying to save you some time, dearie. Yeah, I really hate strangers who call me dearie. Don't they know I'm holding pointy sticks? I don't want to sound like a misanthrope, but I have been living in New England for 8 years. I like to knit in peace.
Since I'll be knitting in airports and planes all day today, I leave you with a photo of an almost-peaceful place to knit, which should qualify for the Scout's "knitting place" meme:
This is the view from the seat of my parents' couch. The presence of Hannah enthusiastically** trying to get you to take her on a walk adds to the authenticity of the situation. Black and white because it's my dad's photo. Bonus points for noticing the FiberTrends felted clogs in the background. These are my dad's pair, so here's proof that he wears them, even though I think the aran weight yarn completely felted might still be a little too big.
*My sister has recently adapted "Quiet as a Clam" for use in her third-grade classroom. Clams, if you were wondering, have no arms and DO NOT poke their neighbors.
**Apparently Hannah's feelings were hurt by being called "high maintence" on this knitting blog. The suggestion was made that really, it's just an exuberence for life and a desire to share that with, well, everyone. You be the judge.