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Me: 51, 52, 53, 54, 55
Creepy train passenger (CTP): Oh hi there. I bet you could do that in your sleep.
Me: 56, 57 Um, yeah, just about. (weak smile) 58, 59, 60
CTP: Neat. What are you making?
Me: ah crap, what's my count. Oh yeah, um, 61, 62, 63. . . what am I making now? Oh, the honeymoon cami. Wait. I can't say that to the male CTP next to me. Um, a cardigan. A cardigan? Knit in the round?! Yeah. A cardigan.
CTP: Oh, so a sweater with a zipper or buttons and a collar?
Me: Yeah. Cripes. What stitch was I on? !@#$% 1, 2, 3, 4. .

I think people have this notion of knitters as older women who wear Little House on the Prairie garb (including bonnet) and who are forever chatty, talkative, warm and fuzzy people.

The southern belle child in me says you have to be friendly and talkative to everyone. But the DC/NYC woman of 6 years says forget em all. I'm busy.

OK, maybe that's a little harsh. But really now. Pre-coffe, 7:30 AM train riding, and knitting. I'm not talkative (except to fellow knitters, and even then it's limited).

And speaking of cardigans, the YGG One Singular Sensation is now One Scratched Project. I can't bear to look at the pattern, and now I'm stuck with exhausted yarn that I don't know what to make into.

So I cast on for the striped, updated version of the Cami from Mind of Winter, and I'm knitting an in-season project. Hopefully this will be much better than the OSS.