I’m in Berry, NSW, with five other writers trying (to varying degrees) to get some work done and failing to avoid eating and drinking too much, while Paul gets bullied by the cat back home.
So far as travelling arty crafty stuff goes, I have my sketch book, two knitting projects on the needles, an extra ball of sock yarn and some pale grey alpaca I bought at the Adelaide Hills Market.
I started these socks on the plane to Melbourne. Yes – knitting on domestic flights in Australia! Nobody took my needles off me. And on the second leg of the journey, from Melbourne to Canberra, the same staff were on the plane and recognised me by my knitting.
I got to wondering how many of them had ever seen someone knitting on a plane. Some were probably old enough to have been working before the ban, but some weren’t – and of course they may not have had their job that long anyway.
Cherie Amor came with me, too. I had knit the fronts and was almost finished the back before we left Melbourne, only to discover I’d forgotten to change to the larger needles after the ribbed waist. Sigh. Last night I finally caught up with all that I’d frogged and started the first sleeve.
Looks weird, doesn’t it. I expect a good blocking is in order.
I was told they don’t pay much attention to bamboo DPNs such as those you have because they are tiny. But I was sitting on a plane in 2005 and a guy beside me commented “do they not remember what the Vietnamese use to do with pieces of bamboo that size?” He must have thought my knitting looked like a torture treatment. Have fun on your trip.