Knit In Hiding Day

I suppose that, had I known today was World Wide Knit In Public Day, I might have made more of an effort. Since I didn't and any possible actions I might have taken under differing circumstances are open to speculation, we can go with that theory. No one can prove otherwise...

As it was, though, I barely even made it into clean sweatpants, let alone "outside the house" clothing. In my defense, it was a long week. Not a day went by without some sort of scheduling snafu, staff or student drama and at least once I was plagued with zombie-induced insomnia. Friday afternoon could not come soon enough. Add to this the fact that I still have to go back to school and do this for another 5 and 1/2 days and I really didn't have it in me to face the world.

It is also entirely possible that knitting in public might reveal to the world just how badly I overestimated my progress on that Thing Which Is Not A Sleeve. Or that I blatantly fibbed about how far along I was, fully believing that I could make up for the lack of progress with some hard-core Saturday knitting. Yeah...it could have been partially due to something along those lines. Maybe.

Frankly, I don't begrudge myself a day spent on the sofa, staring at all the housework that I wasn't doing while I wasn't knitting all that much. Not that I didn't knit. I did. I also did one or two things that might be construed as housework if you really stretch the definition. But I'd be lying if I said I did much more than a few half-hearted rounds or that the housekeeping was the sort of stuff that doesn't make more of a mess than it solves. Still, I like to think that a long week deserves a long nap.

I kept my unwashed, comfortably clad and decidedly unmade-up self behind closed doors today and I believe that great tradition of knitting in public is all the better for that decision. I don't think I would have been a credit to the craft what with my constant demand for soft drinks and chocolate chip cookies. That would simply have been awkward to those who are trying to mainstream knitting and make us look good. My current project is also in full-on acrylic and I don't believe that this is a stereotype we want perpetuated after all those toilet tissue cozies that came out of the 70's.

I did you all a favor, really. It was a kindness, now that I think of it. Sometimes housebound is better.

Not everyone was happy about this state of affairs, though. As much as I like to think of my roommates as fellow homebodies, sometimes I guess everyone gets a hankering to put on their best bib and tucker and head out to show the world how it's done. I think my lazy day was a disappointment for those who were in that mind set on WWKIPD...

Iz all dressed up, haz noe places to goes.

SA