knitting for spatial justice
This will mean more to New Yorkers. . . Knitting on the subway.
We’ve all seen them, we’ve all sat next to them, or tried. The people on the subway, usually men, sometimes women, who just take up more space than they should. On the newer subway trains, the bench between the door and the post seats three, normal human buttocks. Usually when I see those men that sit with their legs spread wide open trying to take up two seats, I say “excuse me”, take my seat next to them, force their legs closed with mine and enjoy my rightful seat on the subway. Today there was a woman who decided, in rush hour, to take up two spaces. I said “excuse me”, she moved two inches, I squoze between her sizable self and the post. There was still 4 or 5 inches to her other side, which she chose to keep open. I took out my knitting, and in the normal action of knitting, knocked her arm (that was hanging directly over me), with every stitch. She said “why you knocking into my arm, do you have to do that?” I replied with a smile that would melt butter “no I don’t, you’re free to move over the 5 inches to your right”. A few more stitches and she started to slowly inch to the right. By the end of the row, she was taking up the space of one large person.
Tonight we ended rehearsal early so our director, Des McAnuff could attend the dedication of his cartoon at Sardi’s. I opted out of going so I could get a little work done. Now it is 8:15 pm and I am stopping work for the night YEAH!!!! I’m going to do a little spinning, knitting, watch some TV and try to spend the night not thinking about Jersey Boys.
We got our trunks delivered today. I could fill the whole thing with the yarn I need to take for my upcoming projects. Thank god that Stage Manager’s also get a touring hamper and a road box. Knitters do not travel light!