I took my second unfinished sock to a mammogram appointment I had which was lucky, since they were about an hour behind. I sat quietly, noticing how many people were watching me, which was nearly the whole room. No one said anything until one elderly lady walked in with her walker and sat across from me. At first glance she appeared to be anxious or in pain, perhaps. Then she noticed me knitting and I smiled at her. She smiled back, warmly and the concern in her face melted away. She said, “What are knitting?”
“A sock”, I replied and showed her the finished first sock. “That will be lovely. I used to knit but not anymore.” She cited eye problems and arthritis in the hands, the usual suspects. We chatted a few more minutes and I looked about the room. An elderly gent towards the back of the room was also smiling and nodding as were two Mexican ladies.
It was a nice way to spend an hour that I otherwise would have been not too happy about and all because I was knitting in public.