Just about, anyway.
In ‘my chair’ in front of the TV. In the car going from here to there. On the patio under the pergola. Sitting on the front porch watching the neighborhood go by. Around my kitchen table with my former co-worker knitterly peeps.
At a restaurant waiting for food. While drinking coffee at a coffee shop.
And in waiting rooms whiling away the time before an appointment.
While visiting with friends. During lunch. On trips. Especially while flying.
I do need decent light, since my eyes are sort getting on the old side. So outside knitting (au naturel?) works grandly.
And I have not figured out how to walk and knit, nor how to ride my stationary bike and knit. I cannot read and knit, nor can I work on the computer and knit. I am sadly limited by only 2 hands, and alas, my multi-tasking skills have fallen dramatically with age.
Which is okay. Really it is.
I also do not knit during meetings, or job interviews. Really, really poor form.
Or weddings and funerals. I try to have a sense of decorum.
However, during these times? I have been known to be fidgety, foot wiggly, seat shifty, and finger tappy.
Or worse? Giggly. (Knitting can rein me in, behavior-wise.)