Tuesday, June 28, 2005
point and counterpoint
As though in answer to my last post...
I was on the subway Saturday night, headed out to Prospect Park for their Canada Day concert (which was very very awesome - as though I could be disappointed by any bill which featured both the New Pornographers and Stars). The trains were running a bit strangely, in such a way that people bound for both the poshest and (ahem) less savory parts of Brooklyn were all smushed, rather tightly, onto the same train. I'd managed to weasel a seat for myself, whipped out my Quidsock, and started knitting.
A few stops before mine, a woman sitting across from me, whom I'd noticed goggling at me, stood up, came over, and tapped me on the shoulder. I was wary but I didn't really have a way to make like I'd not noticed her, so I took off my headphones.
"Are you American?" she asked.
Huh?
"I don't usually see American women knit the way you do, throwing the yarn. They usually catch it with the needle. I knit the same way you do, but I thought maybe you were European."
Hmm, okay.
"And that yarn is so fine - you must really be dedicated."
Well, I'm replicating a design from a movie, so I wanted to be accurate.
"That's so nice of you. Good luck with it." And she got off.
Win some, lose some, I guess.
(And the sock? I'm nearly up to the leg stripes. Sucker is so gonna be finished for HBP. w00ters.)
Lauren posted at 9.02 on 06.28.05
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