I spend two hours commuting each day on the Ballarat VLine train. Although that’s two hours I’d rather spend at home, I make the most of it and use this time to knit and listen to podcasts.
During the week it’s often the only knitting time I get, so I don’t really see it as a loss. In an ideal world I’d spend at least two hours knitting each day anyway, so I see it as an opportunity to sit back, relax and get a few rows done.
I’ve had people comment on my knitting and I’ve had children stare as if they are hypnotised by the yarn, but I don’t think I’ve changed anyone’s life.
My colleague Ray also knits on his morning commute. On Monday the girl who was sitting opposite him gave him this note as she left the train.
I feel a bit miffed. I knit Shetland lace on the train and Ray knits garter stitch. I’m the inspiring one dammit!
Jealousy aside, this is a very cute note. It’s nice to know that there is one more person who no longer sees knitting as a “grandma thing”.
Love it!