Lime Street Knits

I've just found out that I'll be able to start moving into my new apartment a few days early. Hooray! This should make the moving process much less grueling. Maybe I'll even let myself go swimming tonight! (I haven't gone in almost a week and my whole body feels terrible.)

On the subway, on my way into work this morning, I stood near a woman who was knitting a beautiful, variegated sock. I wanted so much to ask her what type of yarn she was using, but she seemed to be in the zone and I didn't want to disturb her. I also felt the urge to pull Grace out of my bag and out myself as a fellow knitter.

Is this unhealthy? Whenever I see anyone knitting in public, I get the "me too!" syndrome and want to self-identify myself as a knitter. It's probably because I'm so hungry to talk about knitting. None of my friends have any interest in it and I'm too chicken to go to a stitch and bitch. I have a bit of performance anxiety because I'm an armpit knitter. Armpit knitter... what a terrible expression! I challenge the knitting world to come up with a cuter name.