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.
Very pretty – both the sock and the smoky sunlight 🙂