Knitblast the Sixth: On yer bike, you filthy yarnstormer
Elderly lady sitting opposite me on the bus watches me for about ten minutes. I’m sitting and knitting on public transport, which tends to get stares. Eventually I slide my headphones off my ears and meet her ‘I’ve been knitting since before you were born, you’re not holding your yarn properly, what kind of needles do you call those?’ gaze. “What are you knitting?” she asks me, eyeing the stripy snake of stitching that is lounging in my lap....
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