kip’ing
Today is World-Wide Knit In Public Day. For as long as I’ve been aware of the annual observance, I’ve wanted to live in an area where there were actually other knitters, and ones who wanted to get together to knit in public besides. So you can imagine I was pretty jazzed to hear that there was going to be a get-together today in a park in the town I live in.
And then, Michigan weather being not at all unlike Maine’s unpredictability, it rained, and the backup plan didn’t sound nearly so appealing, so I just skipped the whole thing.
But that didn’t automatically mean NOT knitting in public today – oh no – because the weather wasn’t the only thing going wrong.
For the latest installment in the never-ending drama surrounding me and my automobiles, I had a busted axle seal (which meant my transmission fluid was leaking, and quickly – and keep in mind that I had the transmission replaced a couple months ago) and a squealing belt (also keep in mind that the belts were replaced a month ago, aka “The Sock Incident”), so I was less than pleased about all of this… but I did get to knit in public while I waited. Yay?
I think you should just buy a bike or some roller blades or something.
By the way, does knitting in the car on our way to Babies R Us count as KIPing? If not, I failed.
I’ve been scouting craigslist for a bike… unfortunately, after all this car crap, my bike budget is $50 or less, and there isn’t much out there. But yeah, that has totally occured to me… roller blades, not so much, just because I’m really kinda far out of town.
I vote that if you weren’t in the comfort of your own home, it counts as KIPing.