At lunchtimes I like to sit in the cafe at work and do a bit of sock knitting. It's a fairly high traffic area and as I know quite a lot of people at my work, I always have 3 or 4 people stop and ask me what I'm doing.
Women are usually fascinated by all the needles and say something like "oh I tried that once and couldn't do it".
Men invariably raise their eyebrows at what they perceive as premature aging on my part, or else assume I'm pregnant - and believe me I have a sense of humour failure when anyone mentions me and pregnancy in the same breath.
Why do people have such an old-fashioned view of knitting? And why do they find it so difficult to reconcile it with their pre-conceived image of me as a rough northern biker girl with a taste for the Gin?
I ask you!
I am starting to panic about
my yule knitting. I've still got no FOs to show for the three projects on the needles right now, and haven't even started a clapotis destined for Mr Bullfinch's stocking. And there's less than 3 weeks to go. eek.
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