The only way to make it through this thing called commuting is to be able to find calm, peace, beauty, and inspiration in little moments. Maybe it’s the early morning quiet while the train is still half asleep, the vivid sunrise out the window, rain gently beating the shell of the train car. Maybe it’s even the loud clamor and throngs of people. I admit, most of the time I’m too tired, rushed, or irritated to see any of it. Today was different. I woke up tired as always, but happy as I started my day reading messages accumulated overnight on my phone. It was snowing and freezing cold. The cats cried as they do when I left. I told them momma would be home later, be good, and out the door I went.
I have never been inside the waiting room of my train station. Usually there is no reason since it’s mere minutes before the train arrives. Today, however, I drove due to the evening’s impending downpour, so I was very early. Look how cute the waiting room is! I have no idea if that wood stove is ever on, but it definitely adds to the aesthetic! And there it was, the calm in the morning rush.
Knitting on the train is very limiting. For me it is anyway. I was never one of those avid sock knitter types. I admit, I actually find knitting socks pretty boring. Even if they are highly patterned. And I never wear them. Nope. I’m all about the mass produced low ankle sport socks. But I digress.
Trying to knit or crochet on the train is difficult. The morning commute is a little easier. I take the 6:55. It’s slightly over an hour (presuming everything is running on schedule) and it’s sleepy and quiet. My stop is far enough east that there are still plenty of open seats. I can sit down and get all settled and set up with my project before I have someone sitting with me.
The ride home, however, is an entirely different beast. Leaving from Penn station at 6pm along with the masses of other people scrambling to get on a very busy branch… it’s chaotic and hot and noisy. People push to try and get a seat (the first stop isn’t for a very long 45 minutes if you’re standing) and often the aisles are packed with those unlucky enough to be at the back of the pack and miss even the worst of seats. Knitting anything very large or complex is impossible. And if you know my designs you know how I love shawls that lean toward the highly patterned.
With that being said, I am attempting this rather large project. It’s a simple top down raglan sweater using We Are Knitters “The Meri Wool” in Sprinkle Pink. In the morning I can usually work on it without issue. Much of the time it proves too large for the evening commute. It does fit the bill on simple, though.
When I first started commuting I wasn’t really knitting at all on the train. I tried and it was too much trouble. I’d take my project out and put it away. A ew Stitches here and there. Same project stalled on the needles for months. Now, though, I’m embracing the simpler designs and have begun utilizing my few hours a day on the train to play with yarn. And it’s so satisfying.
Simple doesn’t have to mean boring. Simple has its place. Lesson learned. I’ve also branched our to more crochet projects. Turns out crochet is fast and sometimes easier in cramped spaces. Yay crochet! However, knitting will always be my true yarn love.