Reflections on a Vocational Happenstance
"The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible."- Oscar Wilde
One of my knitting heroes is Miss Marple. She knits everywhere she goes. I admired her before I could knit, and then more so after I learned to knit but couldn't manage knitting on-the-go. What I envied - and was interested in trying out for myself- is that knitting in public seemed to grant her a fabulous superpower: Invisibility.
Because she sits quietly with busy hands, people think Miss Marple isn't paying any attention to them at all. This couldn't be farther from the truth, of course. As she fades into the background and people become less mindful of their tongues, the amateur detective gathers the clues needed to solve whichever mystery has most recently cropped up. Since mysteries crop up around Miss Marple like dandelions in Springtime, I imagine her relatives are all quite cozily clad.
I chose a great location to come of age as a knitter. There can't be a better place for public knitting than New York City. I am no detective, but I have learned a lot by sitting quietly with busy hands.