This skein is seeming to go on continuously. Its beautiful, and is working up nicely, but I feel every time I reach down to double check where I am in my skein, I realize I haven’t made much of a dent.
We had our first snow tonight. I hear the snow settling on the roof in odd foot patterned noises. I am ready for spring.
Tonight on my bus I was fully decked out in Kaleidoscope Kitty‘s knitty wear. Hat, scarf, cowl and my fingerless gloves. I look like a Malabrigo poster. I am working on my infinity scarf still- my fingers beginning to cramp. A lady behind me comments on my hat and cowl and tells me they are so beautiful. I thank her, and feel awkward to push a business card her way, so I don’t. I put my earbud back in and continue on my row. A family of three hops on my route, two boys and their father. The youngest is mesmerized by my handwork. I try not to pay attention to the fact he is staring, it messes up my stitching. The older boy starts talking to the dad and the brother about what I am doing, I wonder what she is making, II think it might be a sweater, I wonder if she learned when she was little, etc. The conversation is audible, but it is still their conversation, so I don’t interrupt, after all, I have my earbuds in and they could be talking about something else. I zone in on my stitches…. my music plays a rhythm that I sink into as I hook. I continue on. I hear a bit of “what are you doing?” “EXCUSE ME MISS, WHAT ARE YOU MAKING?” Boom. All eyes are on me. I feel a rush of pink to my cheeks, I have to answer all the way across the bus what I am working on, and all these people are suddenly watching. Am I naked? “Oh I am working on an infinity scarf, See?” I stretch it out and people crane their necks to see. More pink to my cheeks. They were very sweet boys and they had a couple more questions, and asked if I made all my warm weather accessories, I said yes and they asked why I was making something on the bus, I told them it was a good way to use my time, and I like making things. I had even made the yarn in this scarf I am making. People stood up to look. It was like a strange impromptu show and tell that no one wants to do. The boys were interested still in the artform and continued to chat about it once I went back to my work. Maybe someday I will see something by those boys. Until then, I have more stitching to do.
Countdown, 5 days. I need more time.