The Hook and I

This morning, Selma dug her knitting out of the closet, packed her camera in her bag, and we all headed to the co-op to gather picnic supplies. There, we met Hilary and bought humus, tabouli, chips and other goodies.

Glen Echo park was an amusement park in its hay-day. You could get there by trolly from DC. . . . → Read More: World Wide Knit in Public Day

I had a knitting dream last night. Do you ever get those? When I’m learning a language intensely, or I’m in a play, and I dream about it, I’m always quite pleased because it means I’m seriously obsessed enough to get the job done. My brother has programming dreams. He dreams answers to his math and . . . → Read More: Stockinette Dreams