On the Amtrak Downeaster from Portland to Boston, the tracks take you through all sorts of unexpected places. They run behind warehouses, salt marshes, and abandoned amusement parks, snaking through neighborhoods and an intimate backyard world of clotheslines, lonely bicycles, swimming pools, and tree houses. If you’re lucky, you might even catch a child’s birthday party in progress. We all have our public side, the tidy exterior where everything’s properly brushed, ironed, waxed, polished, tucked in, and silky smooth with a bright white smile. And then we have our private side, usually concealed behind walls and gates. There we reveal a more vulnerable and intimate part of ourselves. In the beginning, everything is equal. Most of us start out knitting with garter stitch, working the same knit stitch over and over again to create a fabric that looks the same on all sides. The minute we advance from garter stitch to stockinette, our knitting takes on a strange new notion of “public”
What do You think about The Yarn Whisperer (2013)?
