The Trouble with Knitting In Public

I was KIPing in the doctor's waiting room today when I was approached by a Helpful Person who wanted to critique my knitting technique. Now, I am fully aware that I am an Awkward Knitter. I hold the yarn in my right fist and drop the needle to wrap the yarn. It looks like hell in progress, but this is how I am most comfortable and the results are good so I do not feel the need to change.

Said Helpful Lady indicated that I should learn to flick the yarn with my index finger. My mother knit this way and I am very familiar with the technique, but it does not make me happy. As a crocheter I am also semi-competent with continental style, but it is not my favourite either. I like to knit the way I like to knit, and that just happens to involve flailing my right fist while my needle drops into my lap, often sliding out of the stitches along the way. I can deal with it. I told the lady that it works for me, and she shrugged and said, "Oh well, whatever works," before moving away. But not before she had snarked that I must have just learned to knit in hopes of getting this scarf (which, by the way, is already four feet long) finished in time for Christmas.

Anyway. Let us assume that she meant well.

I present my Wallaby-in-progress as it stood a few days ago. I've added another couple of inches since then. The yarn is Knit Picks' Main Line in Wedgewood.