Knitting in Public

Well, hardly... very few of us there today. I thought I'd show the sock to the public, so this is me doing my best Yarn Harlot impression, with the sock and the view from Heather's studio.

Low attendance could've been due to the weather, which was miserable, or more likely the hostage drama taking place just round the corner. If, like normal people, we actually bothered to listen to the radio, we might've known what all the police cars and fire engines were there for. But no, we just stared a bit, parked, and headed on to Kraft. Later we realised that the sound we'd heard when we were getting out of the car, the one that sounded a bit like a gunshot, was, in fact, a gunshot.

I'm reminded of the last hostage drama I came close to: wandering through town in my usual vacant state, I was so busy staring at all the actual real live people and pretty buildings and general outdoors-ness that it wasn't until a man in a bulletproof vest shouted at me that I realised I'd sauntered through the only gap in the police barriers and was standing in front of a bank ... in mid-holdup. People with guns were staring fixedly at me. And past me at what were presumably more people with guns inside the building. I've never moved so fast to get out of the way.


So I'll leave you with some nice peaceful photos of the Kraft meeting - that's Heather and Gabby on the left, making things, and Leia on the right, at her first Kraft meeting, doing the unimpressed baby thing. Really the epitome of that tea-towel I've been seeing around the internets: "Keep calm and carry on."

It's what we do here.