Wendy D. Johnson
My alarm clock sounds. I awake with my knitting
in my hands I must have fallen asleep
while knitting the night before. I scan it eagerly.
No progress. Rats. I haven't yet learned to
knit in my sleep.
In my morning fog, I make my way over to
the computer to check my e-mail. Any notices
about great yarn sales? Nope. Any notices about
grants that offer me $100K/year to knit? Nope.
I feed the cat and start my morning exercise
routine. The ball of handpainted pashmina just
out of reach keeps me inspired as I do my warm-up
I'm showered and ready for work. I sit down
and write my daily knitting blog entry and answer
I arrive at the train station. I pull out
my sock-in-progress and start working while
waiting for the train.
The train arrives. I board and scan the
passengers for the most knit-friendly person
to sit beside.
choose a grandmotherly-looking woman, sit down,
resume knitting. We have a brief conversation.
"Thats really annoying, you know."
"It would be even more annoying if I
accidentally stab you with one of my needles."
woman changes seats.
I arrive at work and leave sock-in-progress
on my desk to inspire me. I spend a bit of time
reading knitting blogs and e-mail. Finally,
grudgingly, I turn to work.
Lunchtime! I grab a salad from the cafeteria,
then knit on my sock. I pause after every round
to shop for yarn online.
Quittin' time! I leave work, board the train
and whip out my sock-in-progress. A somewhat
peculiar-looking man sits next to me.
"What are you knitting?"
"A sock? Ha-ha!"
"It looks like you started at the toe."
"Yes I did."
"Just because. I like making them this
"What are you going to do about the heel?"
"Ive got the heel done see?"
(Wave sock at him.)
"Oh, so now you just have to finish it
at the top."
am impressed; this is the most thoughtful knitting
conversation I've ever had on the train. The
fact that the somewhat peculiar-looking man
is picking what I hope are imaginary bugs out
of his hair and eating them while discussing
the finer points of sock knitting does somewhat
detract from the experience.
I get off the train and stop by the grocery
store to buy something for dinner. [Upon arriving
home I take a long shower and wash my hair three
I lay out clothes and get everything lined
up for tomorrow. I spend some time reading and
answering knitting e-mail.
I eat dinner and settle down on the couch
for knitting. My pattern is propped up on a
music stand, my cat is curled up at the other
end of the couch, the phone is on the coffee
table and the remote control is within reach.
On a good night, I get two or three good hours
of knitting on my primary work-in-progress.
I take breaks to peruse new knitting books and
I retire to the bedroom, knitting in hand.
I watch some television propped up in bed so
I can get a couple more rounds of knitting in.
Maybe tonight is the night I'll finally knit
in my sleep!
Wendy Johnson has been knitting for as long
as she can remember. She
maintains a knitting
website that includes photos and notes on
finished works, along with tips and tricks and
a daily knitting blog, and moderates a couple
of knitting discussion groups.
not wielding her needles, she works for the
Wendy D. Johnson