As so many of you probably know, this Saturday was World Wide Knit in Public Day, and the past couple of years, I have done nothing to celebrate it. Just hasn’t been my cup of tea I suppose, it’s no big deal for me to pull out a sock on the bus, or work on my knitting before work in the lunch room. I knit in public all the time, and really saw no reason why I should make a day out of it before.
However, this year, Mom and I decided to participate because the Ravelry group we belong to, Sock Knitter Anonymous, was hosting a photo scavenger hunt of your sock in progress doing some funny stuff. There was posing the sock with an animal, sock dancing, socks underwater, and socks doing extreme sports. I’m sure many SKA’ers were the brunt of many jokes on Saturday, and my mother and I were no exception.
But my sock didn’t just dance, participate in extreme yoga, and pose with calanders, dogs, and hummingbirds. It also visited the knitter’s childhood roots, family cabins near Kelly Lake. It has been many a year since I visited the cabins and lake, thanks mostly to busy summer work schedules, and being married and living in another country. I finally made the trek though, and I’m so glad I did. The sock saw the lake:
It saw the grassy fields on the walk to the lake, and the knitter’s favorite stretch of road on the way back:
It saw a cowboy:
And it spent many an hour with me, quietly reading Sense and Sensibility:
The sock and I had a blast, and I can’t wait go back up there this year with my boyfriend and his daughter, I’m sure we’re all going to have a great time! But I think the best thing about the weekend other than all that nice quiet time, was coming home with these:
A finished pair of New England socks, rescued from the hibernation bag, and forgiven for it’s troubles!