We have a gathering, a hoedown, a knitting party in the works, and I am beyond excited.
Everybody in Portland, Oregon: Abundant Yarns will be hosting us on Wednesday, March 28, 5 pm. We’ll visit, yak, sign your book (any book, really!), and marvel at the heated footbath that seems to be a fixture at this wonderful yarn shop.
This will be our only shop visit in the Northwest. Can’t wait! Do come!
We’re in the area for Cat Bordhi’s 3rd Annual Magical Moebius Festival and debut of her new book New Pathways for Sock Knitters. I have heard that this new book will blow our minds. Which I don’t doubt, considering that I’m still working on the old pathways.
Knitting, Aye, the Knitting
The Silk Shrug is coming along in its gloomy, steady way. I have reached the section of the shrug called the Bermuda Rectangle. It’s 28 inches long, 18 inches wide, and I may never emerge from it.
I am so glum, in fact, that I am going to start a knitalong–nay, a SLOGalog–in order to bring together the stalwart knitters of this lovely, long, lonesome project. If you’re interested in slogging along with me, please email me and we’ll set up a little global village of like-minded masochists.
In Cheerier Mailbag News
Joanne of Minnesota, yet born in NORTH YORKSHIRE ENGLAND, sends along her latest concoction, a gargeous denim mitered baby blanket. I think it’s the cheerfullest thing I’ve seen all month.
My family has started a bumper sticker business.
You can buy David’s right here.
Get Hubbo’s here.
And finally, Clif predicts his future:
“When I’m 100 years old. . . I will watch TV on a plasma screen TV. I will go to Miami. I will play poker with my friends.”