Knitting Embarrassment

In the past year or so, I've turned into a yarn snob. I'm not proud of this, but I'm not particularly ashamed either. It's what I am.

Now mind you, I still work with acryllics on occasion, such as making a Jayne Hat, or an afghan (since that requires a lot of yarn and I can't afford to make a giant wool blanket). But I've shied away from such things as fun fur.

But now, with the Virginia Tech Massacre, there has been a coming together of knitters to knit things for charity in honor of one of the students who died, who happened to be a knitter, Mary Read. They are knitting scarves to donate to elderly people in her memory. The knit-a-long's site is here.

So I happened to have some microspun and some fun fur in my stash, and I decided this would be a good use of it.

Though knitting it in public has caused me to become a bit embarrassed. I shouldn't be. I'm knitting it for a good cause. But there's something about a bright purple fun-fur scarf that exudes rediculousness.

And the thing is, I doubt any normal person would notice or thing anything of it. And even many fellow knitters wouldn't care. They'd just think, "ooh! a knitter!" But yet I still get the feeling of being stared at when I pull this scarf out.

Despite that, I still plan to knit this thing in class (and by "class" I mean "while working on my thesis" since my classes are over). Or outside on locust walk, or on the green in front of the library, in plain view of everyone. Hopefully I'll get over it.