Passive-aggressive subway knitting

I tried to knit standing up on the subway coming home tonight, which is almost never a good idea -- if the Orange Line drivers didn't accelerate and decelerate so unpredictably, it would be fine, but that is not the world we live in, and I almost fell over a few times. It was passive-aggressive knitting, anyway, because I was peeved that the few open seats were rendered unsittable by a wet newspaper, somebody's giant purse, and a businessman with a wide stance, respectively. So I (quietly but audibly) sighed, stood by the door, and started knitting angrily.

I finally got a seat after Community College, and the woman next to whom I sat down expressed concern for my perilous knitting stance. I forget sometimes that people can see me passive-aggressively knit.

I am almost done with my Millefiori sweater, and I am thrilled with it. I blocked and seamed the body pieces this weekend, and I'm working on the buttonband at home right now and the sleeves on the subway. I can't wait to wear it -- I was a little sad when I started it, because I thought we'd be in the midst of a boiling July when I finished, but it turns out this is the year without a summer, so I'll be able to wear it as soon as it's finished. I'm still looking for a cute fabric so I can sew a skirt to match.

Knitting on the subway

I was coming home on the subway tonight, working on my button-tab hat, and two people across the aisle from me began loudly discussing my knitting. The woman thought I was "smart" for knitting, as I could make myself lots of clothes, while the man was confused about whether I was knitting or crocheting. People. I can hear you when you talk about me loudly on the subway. I am knitting, not deaf.

Incidentally, I notice that I get more comments on the subway when I knit with straight needles rather than DPNs. I wonder if people don't know what I'm doing when I knit with the DPNs?