Frustrated with the delays in her daily train commute, Claudia Weber, an office clerk at a travel agency, returned home each evening and knit. https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/16/world/europe/germany-train-delay-scarf.html
And knit and knit and knit, each row representing the time lost on her way to work during what should be a 40-minute commute from Moosburg, Germany to Munich. Sometimes she arrived two hours late, having to transfer to a bus thanks to track repairs.
Her four-foot scarf dubbed “Bahn-Verspatungsschal”- train delay scarf, went viral on social media and then raised 7,550 euros ($8,650) for a German charity that provides free assistance to people at train stations.
As a knitter, I admire how she employed her passion to mitigate her annoyance. I wonder why she waited until she got home. I’d carry a small project with me, just in case the train stopped mid-ride. Knitting for me is the perfect anecdote to boredom, when reading takes too much concentration. I knit in doctors’ offices and hospital waiting rooms, in the car, and while watching television.
Yet perhaps Weber is a modern-day French revolutionary Madame Defarge, chronicling history in yarn. Charles Dickens’ character in A Tale of Two Cities encrypted the names of those awaiting execution into hand knit garments.
Imagine if us knitters (crocheters, too) knit every time the “infant in chief “ lied or every time someone incurs injustice? We’d have piles of scarves to give to the homeless. Or we could yarn bomb as expressions of protests.
Grab the needles!