Knit in Public, that is.
Of course, I was doing it long before it was an acronym; or had a day in its honor. I’ve knit in public since I was 19, I suppose (25 years, that would be). I was doing it just today:
I was also knitting the next ‘walking sock’, though I think this one is ‘meeting sock’:
I started it at the meeting (yep, more “Twisted” yarn, this one Netherfield colorway in the Kabam yarn base), knit while walking around the Chicago Loop this morning while there was sun and bits of a blue Saturday Sky,
knit while finding the Red Line subway entrances all closed for construction, knit on the bus that I therefore had to track down to go to Loopy Yarns late this afternoon…..I can’t, however, knit, walk, and hold an umbrella, which I also got to do today, as I was outside during the five-block walk from where the bus dropped me off to Loopy Yarns, at which point it started to pour and (I later found out) there was a tornado watch. Darn. (For the not knitting.)
The lace, by the way, is Wendy‘s lovely Diamonds and Purls shawl, which I have not been able to knit much on for far too long. The set-up charts required close attention, and even now, the edges of the pattern require chart-vigilance. I mostly don’t have that kind of protected knitting time at home, and it’s been so fun to be able to just bliss out in lace. I couldn’t knit it DURING the meeting, but at breaks etc., yes.
One thing about KIP’ing is the fact that people do talk to you about it, if you’re alone. One gentleman at my meeting who was sitting in front of me was very sweet; not only did he know that I was knitting without asking what I was doing, but he noticed I’d changed projects and thought perhaps I was done with my socks.
I have also had the usual inquiries about whether I was knitting or crocheting. I always smile pleasantly and answer. Ditto for what I’m working on, even when it seems terribly obvious, I generally don’t mind proselytizing a little.
One down side of KIP’ing showed up on the train, however. My seatmate for most of the trip was perfect; a pleasant woman with a book. We smiled, nodded, exchanged a couple remarks and rolled along in harmony and mutual side-by-side concentration.
However, she got off about an hour short of Chicago, leaving the seat open.
At this point, I had my el cheapo headphones on (quite visible) listening to Cast On on my iPod, and the lace chart on my lap, knitting with easy concentration. I had a flow going. Life was good.
An elderly woman who HAD A SEAT ELSEWHERE decided to drop down next to me, because, apparently, she was bored.
“Is that knitting or crocheting?”
Knitting. (Usually, I’m a little less taciturn, but I’m trying to listen to the podcast, and it was at a funny part.)
“What are you knitting?”
A lace shawl.
“Could you crochet that too?”
Yes, there are a number of ways to make lace, though I don’t really crochet.
“Do you make a lot of those?”
Well, I’ve made a few.
“Do you sell them?”
No, I make them for friends.
“What kind of yarn is that? Where did you get it? Can you buy it in any store? Where was it made? What’s it made out of? Is all yarn like that made out of wool and silk? What’s that on your lap? What does it mean? Is it the directions? I don’t understand it.”
(Fill in the blanks; and even when I said pleasantly but firmly that it took a lot of concentration to read the chart, she would NOT stop asking me questions. Through the headphones on my ears.
Sure enough, eventually, under this barrage, I messed something up and had to tink. It took me a while to figure out what I had done (something involving a double yarnover, I believe, had gone awry). She stopped talking briefly for a bit, watching me un-knit, frown, re-knit, frown, do it over.
Once I had it fixed, I had finished the set-up charts. Given the fact that I had just messed up (pretty much for the first time knitting this pattern, other than a fagoting slip or two), I decided it was a good time to get up, stretch, hit the bathroom.
When I got back, she was gone. Hallelujah! Now I can knit in peace again!
So that’s about the worst experience KIP’ing I’ve had (other than losing knitted items under my chair while imbibing and knitting, and having a baby hat in progress permanently stained when a freak thunderstorm came up and it got splashed with mud, and, you know, the usual escaping yarn balls (one rolled down a few rows in the movie theatre once)).
The great part about KIP’ing?
Getting projects done! If I didn’t steal time to knit, I’d accomplish very little. And giving me patience! If I have a small project with me, I can happily stand in line, wait for the Preteen, listen to other people’s children play their brand new band instruments, wait for appointments. If I don’t — torture, it’s all slow torture.
The absolutel best most fun KIP’ing?
Doing it with other knitters!
Next Saturday, June 14th, is WWKIP Day — World Wide Knit in Public Day. IIt’s also Stephanie Pearl-McPhee’s 40th birthday, through some kind of karma thing. Check out her blog if you are a knitter, and happen to be anywhere near Toronto — there’s going to be a big knitter’s party!)
This year, I’ll be back home and I have the weekend off (my last then for six weeks, gah!). Though I KIP pretty much all the time, it is so much fun to do it Representing, with people who get it, as my uninvited train talker definitely did not. My friend Karla and I have talked about going to one of my favorite LYS, Ewetopia in Viroqua (well, it’s not REAL local, but worth the drive!), where there are WWKIP Day festivities! Hooray! I think this calls for my knitting temporary tattoo to be applied again. And one of my knitting T-shirts to be worn!
So next Saturday, knitters all, go out there and KIP if you can! Represent boldly and joyfully! At the coffeeshop, the LYS, by yourself, or hopefully with knitterly friends — but go forth and KIP!
And send some good thoughts my way that a certain elderly lady won’t be on the train back tomorrow…..