This morning, while stopped at Milbrae and chatting (and knitting) with Hilary, I noticed another knitter had gotten on the train. It was one of those blink-of-an-eye moments, where my attention was drawn away from conversation by a colorfully knitted tube of yarn on tiny needles. Alas, there were no available seats in our car, so she continued on to the next.
"Hilary, did you see that? She was knitting a sock."
"No--I missed it! Do you think we should follow her?"
Yikes. We're normal, I swear...
I have pictures of Adam's sweater (partially seamed) and some sightings from this weekend's Maker Faire on the digital camera. But for now, I'll leave you with my mountain of Rowan Kidsilk Haze...
"Hilary, did you see that? She was knitting a sock."
"No--I missed it! Do you think we should follow her?"
Yikes. We're normal, I swear...
I have pictures of Adam's sweater (partially seamed) and some sightings from this weekend's Maker Faire on the digital camera. But for now, I'll leave you with my mountain of Rowan Kidsilk Haze...
