Over the last few months, we've been sharing stories from you, our readers, about your experiences knitting and crocheting in public. Today, I want to share a few crafting-in-transit stories that we've received:
I almost always crocheted when commuting to work on the Long Island Railroad. One day, the man sitting next to me said, "Wow, I haven't seen anyone knitting in years!"
I replied, "You still haven't—I'm crocheting."
– Hazel in NY
Once I was knitting on the Long Island Rail Road when the conductor took my ticket without saying much. He came back a little while later, however, during a long stretch between stations. This burly guy wanted to show me his crocheting! I kept a straight face and admired his work, which was the kind of lacy doily that used to go on furniture. He must have learned this art at his grandmother's knee.
I knit just about every day on the Chicago area Metra train. A couple of years ago I boggled my knitting bag on the train, and of course, tipped it upside down. Five waiting-to-be-used DPNs went rolling everywhere. Three young men were doing contortions to collect them from under the seats. For a few minutes I definitely was the live entertainment on that car!
– Janet Chutro
My stepson was just beginning to notice girls, but not old enough for them to notice him, when we took a flight to Kansas one summer. He had been watching me do a project with French knots and (out of boredom) asked to try. He wasn't more than 10 minutes into the project when stewardesses began to stop and visit with him. He had a steady stream of beautiful young women begin conversations both in the air and on the ground for the whole rest of the trip. He confided that, "Never again" would he go on a trip without some type of needlework!
Do you have a story you’d like to share? Leave a comment below, and you could be included in our next round-up!