Airport blogging.

Since you saw me last…


A birthday cake for Megan, owner of Lettuce Knit. (Denny spun it herself. Isn’t that the perfect knitters cake?)


A new sock. I finished the old pair of travelling socks last night. (It was sort of hard somehow.) New book, new tour. New Socks. Meet my charming fleece artist companion, debuting in a photo atop the Yarn Harlot Remote Blogging System, in Pearson International Airport. (The lady in the background looked so bored for so long that I almost tried to teach her to knit.)


An old project, rammed in my purse for airplane knitting. I’m travelling with three projects. This shawl, which is “Summer in Kansas”, the sock, and…well. We’ll see if I even get the third one out of the suitcase.


A sky (over NY) for Sandy. I can’t tell you how odd it was to fly into and out of NYC and know that Amanda was there somewhere. (I looked for her, but I couldn’t see her.) It’s unspeakably weird to be somewhere travelling, and know that your child is there travelling, and have nothing to do with each other. T- 5 hours to Creekside Books. I’m a little nervous. A little nervous the way that The Shining was a little creepy. Like that.