I'll be the first to ask...
This next section is big. It comprises the lion’s share of the piece, actually. The spectrum of little starry-polkadots is charming, but also daunting. I’ve been at this sectin for over a week and I’m still not done. And of course—say it with me now—the rows just get longer…
Still, it’s satisfying knitting. Shibui makes such touch-worthy fibers in such luscious colors, it’s a pleasure to knit even rows upon rows of small stitches.
I’ve been contemplating attending a seminar later this year that is known for its long days. It’s an intensive weekend of 11-hour sessions (with breaks granted, but that’s a lot of time for this middle-aged backside to spend in a seminar chair!). The content sounds intriguing, but I have to admit, my knee-jerk reaction was reluctance on account of the format. I have never done well in lecture settings. I’m too fidgety. Just the thought of folding chairs makes me ache all over.
So what was my first question to the person inviting me? It shouldn’t surprise you. It was “Will they let me bring my knitting?”
She gave a slight laugh and said, “You know, no one’s ever asked that.”
I’m happy to be the first to ask. I’ve been in more than one conference where someone came up to me and whispered, “I’m so glad you pulled out your knitting. I’ve been wanting to, but wasn’t sure it was okay.”
I admit, there are places where it’s not okay. But almost every time I have walked up to a seminar presenter and said, “Please know, I’m not knitting because you bore me or I think you’re wasting my time. I’m knitting so I can pay my best attention to you,” the presenter has smiled and said, “By all means, knit away.”
So, DestiKNITters, by all means, knit away.
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