Shall we dance? Jocelyn saw me pulling out my camera and pointing it at her as she was moving the mannequin in the store’s window display. It had just dropped its skirt, and she totally cracked up, knowing where she was going to see that picture. So, not wanting to disappoint her, here it is. Knowing that my parents are going to see this, however, some judicious cropping took place.

The folks at Nine Rubies were wonderful yesterday, and asked lots of questions about the book; after three years of working on the project, getting to talk about it to people who are interested is quite a treat. As we were draping shawls around the place, one customer picked the best spot to display one of them: on her. She promised to give it back, repeatedly, just to see me laugh each time. Quite a few comments were made that my shawls were something you could casually throw on, to look best in or with jeans, and not have to worry so very much about extreme fragility like you would with, say, a Shetland shawl. I told them, can you imagine throwing a purse strap over your shoulder with a Shetland on? They all shuddered. But something in a fingering weight? There, you’re okay. And they work up so much faster.