Being a dork in public

I had to fly back to Phoenix today, and I brought along some quilt piecing to pass the time. Nothing like crafting in public to make you feel like an anachronism. I was knitting when I flew to NY, and quilting on the way back. I think knitting is the more "normal" of the two, but I don't usually see people my age doing it in public.

It's a hexagon quilt using forty different fabrics. I was bored at my parents' house after I had finished making my Christmas presents, so I scrounged around in my mother's stash. Some of the fabric was stuff I had bought in high school, and some of it is from my great grandmother's collection. There's some cute (and crazy) vintage stuff in there.


I think it's crazy that you can see the Washington Monument from the terminal. You don't think of Dulles being so closed to all the national historic places; wouldn't it be an eyesore?