I Dream in Knit, I Don't Knit in my Dreams
Bus riding is something that I usually try and avoid. The too-close contact, the inevitable passenger conducting a long and boring (or overly personal) cell phone conversation, the mysterious lingering odors (today's ride to Ballard was sponsored by the scent of poo), the longer commute.
Today I did take the bus (car woes!) and started wondering if I could tough it out at least a few times a week. I managed to knit one pattern repeat on my socks. And across the aisle sat another knitter. I like to think she saw me and sat nearby. But I am of course too shy to say hey, whatcha knitting? And then there are the inevitable attention from other passengers. "Is that tatting?" and "Is that a sock? OH MY GOD SHE'S KNITTING A SOCK!" And then someone starts pawing my knits, sigh.
That reminds me, last night I apparently had a dream about Jared of Brooklyn Tweed. Silly, not that kind of a dream! He was walking by and I ran up and started pawing at the cardigan he was wearing, checking out the seams and so forth. How forward of me, right? Heh.
I'm starting to think I will finish these socks for my little sister's birthday next week. Thank goodness they are a smidge too tight for me or I would be tempted to keep them. I am loving them. Every single detail. See that heel? Loving it so much.