I'm pretty much guaranteed a conversation with a stranger when I knit on public transport. At the very least, a glance and a smile, or an enquiring look. Yesterday was a bonus. A young man got into the tram a stop or two after me. I was sitting, knitting away. I felt him watching my knitting and caught his eye. How to describe him? I'm guessing, in his early twenties; hair: half pitch black, half fire-engine red, style: straight up!
"What are you knitting?"
"It's a little cape. I've started from the top and I'm knitting down, increasing as I go", I said, holding it out for him to see. Somehow his 'what are you knitting?' question sounded knowledgable.
"Oh," he said, "I like to start at the bottom, and do my shaping with decreases"
"Mmmm, yeah,", I said, "except this is a handspun yarn and I have no idea how far it will go."
Intelligent nod . . . "Did you spin it yourself?" . . .
. . . turns out he's a spinner too. By this time the tram has reached Lygon St and we're just about level with the Guild rooms.
"Do you ever come to the Guild?"
. . . I told him about our Experimental Spinning group and invited him along. As he was about to jump off the tram, he confessed, that he has a loom as well.
I kept on with my knitting with a smile on my face.