Rush Hour Knitting

Sometimes knitting on the train means you get into interesting conversations. Last night the conductor paused as she was collecting tickets, leaned over, and asked me, “Is that a sock?”

It was, so I let her get a look, and she spent a good five minutes exclaiming and asking questions while I explained how it worked. She wasn’t a knitter, but she must know knitters, because she knew all the right questions to ask. Then she wanted to know if I had made up the design, so I explained that no, but a friend of mine had.

“Well, it’s lovely! You should tell her!” And off the conductor went, clicking tickets on her way through the car.

Conversations like that are a little burst of energy to get a sock done:

But then the grill got fired up to make hamburgers and I got distracted but how surprisingly pretty sunlight in smoke can be.

Can you blame me? No, you cannot.