Why yes, I do knit a little

The doorbell rang this afternoon. It was the tall UPS guy, with two boxes: a smaller one full of yarn I’d hand dyed–that picture will be on page 10–and the second one full of the projects in the book. Plus a few that didn’t fit in, including the green one Amazon currently shows as being on the cover. That cover got ditched when I pointed out that the pattern wasn’t in the book. Oh, oops.

So here, with a Kaffe Fassett coffee-table-style knitting book at the back for scale, is all the knitting projects of the last two years that I haven’t given away. Most of them, however, I’ve given away.

Why, yes, I do buy more yarn when I go to Stitches. Fancy that. (…My husband and the wheelchair repairman set my top speed at 8 mph. I could wipe out a whole aisle if I forget to turn the thing off while writing out a check. But it also means that baby alpaca/silk at Lisa Souza’s is going to be mine, because I can get there faster than anyone else.)

See you there!

(Edited to add: dead chair battery again. What, does it not like freezing garages? This is going to be interesting…)