I am sitting in the Vancouver airport, waiting for my next flight, and knitting silk hankies into pretty mittens.
I’m enjoying doing so in front of ordinary people, many who are perplexed and interested, watching me pull a single cocoon layer off the hankies, peering while I draft and knit, then looking away quickly when I look up. The woman in the seat next to me all the way here was out of her mind with curiosity, but couldn’t bring herself to ask.
I didn’t tell her. They really need to take the first step before I go all missionary on them.
What are you doing?