Knittin’ in the street

We went to the Rockland Main Street Solstice Celebration yesterday.  They blocked off Main Street for a good old fashioned street fair, and we taught free knitting lessons.  It was a hoot.

Pegi and Regina came to help teach and welcome new knitter to our community and we were set up between the fried dough cart and the community band, with plenty of space on either side for people to mill around, lounge on benches or doodle on the pavement with some of the chalk from the bowls that were thoughtfully left every few yards up and down the street.  The fried dough cart cranked out the heavenly manna of all fairs and the band played lively jazz and swing standards to the wild delight a cadre of tiny girls who could not resist the urge to dance.

This is Grace.  you can tell she’s trying to use the manhole cover as a home base or stage, but just can’t seem to contain herself.  Right next to this impromptu dace floor, half a dozen tween boys made beautiful sunburst patterns with yellow and orange and green chalk.

And inside our tent, we had folks sitting down to needles and yarn.  Old men and little girls…


…and everyone in between.  We put out a sign that said, “Learn to Knit in 5 minutes.  Guaranteed.”  Some folks came in to challenge us, holding the firm conviction that they would never be able to master it, and went away smiling when they had gone through a whole row on their own.  Some came eagerly and were instant naturals.  They were all so excited to find out that it isn’t rocket science.   It isn’t a great mystery.  They were really, actually knitting…in 5 minutes or less.  Hallelujah and amen.

Some sat down because they used to knit 20 or 30 or even 50 years ago and wanted to see if they could remember.


This is Michael from London whose Gran taught him when he was a boy.  It only took two tries and he was knitting away like he did 25 years ago.

All together, we had more than 25 people learn to knit.  And I have to tell you, there is nothing on Earth more satisfying to me than the moment when the lightbulb goes on over someones head and they realize they are knitting.

Well…and I also had a Fried Dough with maple syrup.  But the knitting was better, I swear!

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