Knit 2 Par 3

I've Moved

2009-10-27T23:34:00.002-04:00

Yes, my new blog is up and you can find it here.

Le Fin

2009-09-23T19:03:00.005-04:00

Gentle Reader: farewell for now.

After almost 4 years and almost 400 posts I'm closing the virtual book on Knit 2 Par 3. I think I've said just about everything that can be said about these two things in the same sentence, and I'm ready to move on.

I will be taking a little break, but I'll be back with another blog about knitting and something else.

If you have this site bookmarked, don't delete it and if you have one of those feeds, just leave it where it is. I will post the address of the new site once I get it up and running.

Thank you from the bottom of my stash basket for your readership.

Denise

Sweater Weather

2009-09-20T23:11:00.004-04:00

The fall is my favorite time of year: walking out the door on the way to work and thinking: hmm, I could use a sweater today. Or a pair of woolly socks. Or a decent place to get a cup of coffee by my office, or car service to work every day. But I digress.

There has been a lot of knitting going on here, and a lot of thinking about knitting when I am not actually knitting. Does that surprise you? In just the last week I've finished my Totoro mittens, a Faux Isle hat and cast on this lovely Kernel scarf. I also frogged a Ribbi Shell made with a Rowan Cashmere blend that looked great but raised my body temperature 3 degrees the one time I wore it, as well as undoing an ill-conceived Noro version of Mr. Greenjeans.

I've been thinking about fashion, too. Fall fashion! I saw The September Issue over the weekend, and enjoyed it a lot. Throughout the movie Anna Wintour wore a lot of fur, but I didn't see her wearing any handknits. Why? She was pretty skinny and skinny people are so often cold, I am told. She was drinking a lot of Starbucks coffee probably from a place right near her office, maybe that was keeping her warm. Plus she got driven everywhere, and I bet she had the car service driver put the heat on in the car.

Looking around for some couture handknit inspiration after the movie I came upon this dress. For some reason this dress speaks to me, and it's not saying "Ouch!".

I read something somewhere about fashion being about the ambivalence of urges and taboos, and this dress really underlined that for me. Crochet gives me the heebie jeebies but I just love a crocheted granny square. I think it could use another sleeve, though, and I suspect they may have used a lot of acrylic yarn judging by the colors.

回転日本語

2009-09-13T23:26:00.002-04:00

私はこのパターンでこの映画を、私投げなければならなかった今日そんなに楽しんだ。

すばらしい日を過しなさい

Back to Business

2009-09-08T21:49:00.005-04:00

As far as I am concerned, Labor Day is the end of summer. We got home late last night from a quick trip to Maine and I packed up my white patent leather purse and dug out my most serious back to school shoes. It's over, and while it was fun while it lasted, it's time to move on.

Because, as we knitters know, Fall is our High Holy Season. There is Stitches, which I am thinking about attending. There is this Yarn Crawl thing, which might be fun. There is, of course, Sheep N Wool, the highest holy day of them all.

The dark secret (well, maybe not such a secret) about this season is, of course, that it presents many opportunities for buying more yarn. Yarn that you can't get any other time of the year! Yarn that you can't get enough of in one dye lot for any kind of meaningful project! Yarn that stays with you for the rest of your life like a sad misspelled tattoo.

My plan of action is to whittle down what's already in my yarn-lined Fallout Shelter by knitting my 20 top "wow that looks cute and quick" picks from my Rav queue. I'm already mostly through Project 1: Haruha, using up every inch of some Cascade Heritage sock yarn. Project 2, to be cast on shortly as I catch up on my Mad Men episodes, will be the Scrappy Flap Hat. I think every child I know needs one.

How does golf fit in here? Over the weekend I met a guy who has a problem maintaining employment because working interferes with his golf game. Here was a person who just laid it all out on the line: you can't have everything, so you might as well make a choice. I'm hoping I can get in a game or two in over the next few weeks AND get to work on these projects AND make all those yarn pilgrimages and maybe even stay employed.

August 31st and All Finished Up

2009-08-31T20:38:00.004-04:00

Here we are, back from vacation. Overall it was a great time, a little short on golf and a little long on clam chowder. I played only one game of golf but I ate chowder here, here and here. As someone pointed out to me today, Maine vacations seem to be all about where the next soup is coming from and that is exactly right.

Knitting Friend Jeanne declared August to be a good month for finishing up those unfinished objects and that seemed like a good idea to me. Why should April stand alone as the cruelest month? Self-declaration is good, it gives a person purpose. So I finished up quite a few things:

First, and foremost, I finished up the Poetry Mittens and boy do they look swell. As I was weaving in the many, many ends I realized that I had made some big leaps forward in knitting technique since casting them on which resulted in a much easier, faster knit for the second mitt, including:

Magic Loop replacing 5 dpns
Two handed strand knitting
Turkish cast on
A great big Gin and Tonic to facilitate weaving in loose ends, replacing the traditional red wine in a jelly glass

No picture yet, but as soon as I do I'll post them. Really, you'll swoon.

I do have a picture of this cute Grace Lace Beret that I finished up for Em just before she left for Maine at the beginning of August. I did not love this pattern while I was making it - it was a nice knit, fun and easy, but the colors pooled together in unappetizing clumps and the hat looked small. Once I blocked it, though, I loved it:

I also finished up that Mr. Greenjeans sweater for my sister. In any other month, I would have neglected this once I got to the sleeves, but in the spirit of UFO August, cruel months, etc. I forged on on through. Could not find a suitable button, though, so does this mean it's not an actual finished object?

I self declare it to be finished.

Okay About Those Onions

2009-08-26T20:05:00.005-04:00

I knew I had reached vacation relaxation nirvana (or a serious drop in estrogen) when I saw some onions that were so beautiful they brought tears to my eyes.

A large part of the Maine vacation is the discussion of What To Eat Next. We spent a lot of time these past two weeks exploring the local farmer's markets where I came upon these spectacular onions. So round! So white! So perfectly oniony!

The side-by-side cukes and beans made me want to knit a striped scarf:

Root vegetables were like edible Noro Kuryeon:

I plan to make a hat in the colors of these cabbages, and call it "Cabbage Head":

See what I mean? I was swooning. There was some yarn at the market in Kennebunk, but I passed on it. It was alpaca, and while the colors were lovely and heathery, smelled and felt way too close to the animal for my tastes. And really no more yarn can come into this house until Rhinebeck in October. Really, no more.

None, I swear.

Cowabunga

2009-08-23T20:17:00.004-04:00

I started out to play golf a few times today but something put the kibosh on it every time: I got up too early to play (you don't want to know how early); weather, an urgent need for shoe shopping; a change in the weather; the lure of a big breakfast, and more weather.

We are having a lot of weather here over the past few days. You know what they say about the weather in New England: if you aren't happy with it, wait 15 minutes and it will be something else. I would have played if it had merely been as hot an humid as a Queens bound subway station, but there were little crackles of lightening all day, and no one wants to end the vacation as a science experiment in electricity on the golf course.

In between the running out into the street and staring up at the sky, Emily and I ran over to the beach to play in the unusually rough surf due to offshore hurricanes:

It helps if you click on this link while you look at this picture to really get the full experience.

Vacationland

2009-08-21T14:21:00.003-04:00

We loaded up the car with knitting last week and headed up to Maine and I haven't looked back. Or looked up from my needles until today, the first cloudy day we've had all week.

Normally a sentence with "cloudy day" and "Maine" also includes the words "yet again" or "quick run to the store for wine" or "divorce". The little bit of beach fog means a break from beach knitting and a little bit of blogging.

It hasn't been all knitting and beach and boxes of wine. My sister Mrs. Sacco came up for a few days, her first trip ever to visit us on vacation. Why'd she wait so long? She stayed at this fancy schmancy hotel:

Through all the many years I've been coming here, we never even tried to sneak into the ladies rooms at this hotel. It cost about the same to stay here as it would cost to knit a men's sweater in cashmere, for one thing. I am pretty sure they don't put any paper umbrellas in the G&T's at cocktail hour either. They do have - of all things! - a teeny tiny putting green.

Here I am doing some private putting. Don't my arms look straight? Like a pendulum, no wimpy wrists I assure you:

As I write this I am shocked to realize that this is the only golf I've done so far. It's all about the knitting this vacation. What's on the needles, you may ask? In honor of UFO August, I am finishing up the Poetry Mittens I started a way long time ago on another visit to Maine. They require concentration and really good light and a comfy chair, and the time to ponder the the poem and person for whom they are being knitted. They were started in Maine, and they will be finished up in Maine, I hope.

I also casted on and got most of the way through a Mr. Greenjeans cardigan, for Mrs. Sacco. Not only is she apparently rich, she is the size of a 10 year old, so it's been a very quick knit. I just have one more sleeve to go, then the ribbing, and then a three year search for the one single button I need.

Before I left for Maine, I made a quick trip to Brooklyn General for no reason at all other than to see what they had going on there. I fell in love with 3 ply Morehouse Merino in a beautiful green color. I bought so much of it I got a little sick and sweaty when I saw it at home, but the color is divine and the heart wants what it wants, right? I brought it with me to Maine to see what it will turn into.

Well, sun is out and all the fog has burned away, so I am off to the beach for a bit. I will be back soon to tell you about some beautiful onions.

A Whole Lotta Dreams Come True

2009-08-10T22:05:00.006-04:00

I have a big list of things in my head that I hope will happen someday. Some of them take planning skill and practice and a little bit of luck: I would like to break 100 in golf one day, and I'd like to knit a pair of socks where both socks that are the same size. But I got to cross three things off the list on Saturday, with a Little Luck.

Here they are, not in order of occurrence or importance:

Olive Bobble Love: in the time before Ravelry you really had to work that Internet to find anybody talking about the kind of knitting that I (and I'm presuming you) wanted to do. Mass market yarn manufacturers had free patterns for garter stitch scarves made out of their petroleum products, but I needed something else.

One of the very first knitting/sewing blogs I found was Redlipstick, and the Olive Bobble Hat, which I have made for many folks over the years. I have maybe even made it for you! Here is Emily wearing the last one I made:

Dontcha know on Saturday afternoon I found myself in Brooklyn shaking hands with Stacyjoy, the very designer of this fine pattern? How exciting was that? It was like meeting one of the Founding Mothers of Knit.

Victorian Mourning Jewelry. Although I've read about it in countless novels and history books, never have I had the opportunity to touch actual Victorian mourning jewelry until this weekend. Although it was for sale in a store I really felt like I was at a museum show because I learned a lot about the manufacture and customs around it, and it was just as creepy to handle as I had hoped it would be.

Love on a Stick, Dipped in Chocolate. Anything is improved if you put it on a stick, and dip it in really rich dark chocolate. (Well, maybe not meat). But everything else works, including key lime pie. Because I've never been and have long wanted to go, we went here and got this. You should too, just take my word for it, even if your dreams are made of something else.

When It's Too Hot To Knit My Mind Wanders

2009-08-05T21:45:00.008-04:00

We are going on 77 hours in a row now without rain. It is possibly the longest rain-free stretch we have experienced here in the Mile Square City since maybe April. I honestly cannot remember when it was not raining almost every day. Since it hasn't been raining, it's gone back to being hot and humid. Today it is exactly the same weather conditions and temperature in my neighborhood as in Calcutta, India.

I don't mind the heat. In fact we don't even have an air conditioner in our house, which is only difficult for few days in the summer. It's not feeling hot myself; what bothers me is the reaction of my fellow humans to the heat. First, no one is wearing anything handknitted, not even anything cotton. Also, strangers complain to me about the heat as if I could do something about it. And people act so very peculiar. While I was coming home from work on the subway yesterday I saw a businessman in a suit take off his jacket and tie, and then roll up his pants to the tops of his meaty, hairy thighs in an effort to get cool. Dude! It's just not that hot.

I was lucky enough to need a root canal today and I kept close to home and off the subway, but I could not escape my hot neighbors. I saw no fewer than four men, of a variety of ages, walking around with their shirt bottom rolled up over their substantial midriff.

Like this:

You know, I don't think the belly functions as a swamp cooler. It was suggested that men might do this in an effort to attract women (well, suggested by someone who doesn't date a lot) but I can imagine no situation where this would be attractive. I actually spent some time in the dentist's chair wondering if, say, the two handsomest guys in the world came up to me with their shirts like this on a hot summer day and asked me where I've been all their lives, could I overlook it and run away with them? Answer: I could not. Not even for you, Stanley Tucci.

Male readers of this blog, I know you would never torment your neighbors or your loved ones by sporting this look. (Note to Andy: jury is still out on you). Do your best to prevent it in your brothers and middle aged neighbors. Write and distribute a pamphlet about it near your local supermarket. Make a Facebook group against it.

I am sure that tomorrow will dawn grey, wet and dismal so we can get covered up and back to work.

Knit 2 Par 3: Now With Ultraviolent Zombie Mayhem!

2009-08-02T21:49:00.006-04:00

I only watched about 35 seconds of golf today - which was too bad, because Tiger Woods won, John Daly fell apart, and the sun was shining on a golf course somewhere in this world of endless rain. And the golf was playing on such a big TV I felt like the sun was shining on me! But I could not linger.

I only knit for a few minutes today, casting on the Greenjeans cardigan and the Wanida socks (Rav Link, andsock number six in the Wendy D/Cookie A Toe Up Extravaganza) and blocking the Grace Lace Beret, and undoing the too-tight bindoff on the Monkey socks. I would have liked to spend this lazy rainy day possibly even sorting stash, but again, I could not linger.

And why you may ask? Because I could not tear myself away from... from...from...Pride and Prejudice and Zombies!

A few dozen blog posts ago, I predicted that people (well, mostly male people) would enjoy movie versions of Jane Austen books if they cast characters from Planet of the Apes in the stories. I've read my share of Austen fan fiction but I never imagined what a little zombie mayhem could do to improve the fortunes of the Misses Bennett.

Would Jane read this book? I feel I can comfortably say she sure would, if it was summer and she was spending her 2 week vacation in Bath. I like to think she had a great sense of humor, and as evidenced by her character Lady Catherine de Burgh, a good eye for zombie mayhem.

S.E.X., and (then) the City

2009-07-27T21:53:00.008-04:00

I would have posted last night, as usual, but I had a superbad yarn hangover. It started on Friday night, with a trip to Beans and Noodles to see if the new Interweave Magazine had arrived. There were no new knitting magazines, but that didn't stop me from looking at every pattern in every issue of all the rest of them, again - even the ugly British ones. Saturday found me behind the wheel of my large automobile zooming up 9W looking for a little Stash Enhancement eXcursion. I was totally and completely satisfied with my nooner with Noro at Knitting Nation, although surprisingly I left with a big bag of Malabrigo. It's important to try new things!

When I got home I put a cool cloth on my head, took a little disco nap, and headed out to see what this new High Line Park was all about. It's about this: wow! Wildflowers! Stainless steel and concrete! And you can see my house from there:

In New York, you are either on the ground, or under the ground, or way high up. This High Line Park runs through the city at a height I've never been before while outside and your view of the city is very different. There are no swings or sandboxes, and the noise is chiefly the approving murmurs of handsome european tourists walking hand in hand. There were a lot of Finns there, and I was dying to ask them to translate this pattern, but Carrie Bradshaw wouldn't let me.

Did I say Carrie Bradshaw? I meant Emily, but you decide. Here she is, at the intersection of Ninth Avenue and 1992:

One Two Three: I Love the Monkey Socks

2009-07-20T21:46:00.002-04:00

Which is harder: knitting socks while singing this song, or trying to explain why you are singing this song all alone in your office at work?

10,000 Ravelers are not wrong about this sock. The pattern is easy to memorize. It goes crazy fast. Not only will I knit a second one of these, I am keeping this pair for myself.

Worst Case Scenario Part 2

2009-07-15T19:43:00.004-04:00

What if you spent a lot of time outlining a blog post about the fashions of the British Open, only to have Tiger Woods crash and burn in the second round? (He told the press he felt he was "making mistake after mistake" as he played. I had the same feeling with those Catnip socks last week).

Tiger had his clothes all picked out, but he didn't get a chance to wear the sporty faux-argyle red shirt he picked out for Sunday. John Daly, on the other hand, respectbably finished tied for 27th, which is pretty good considering not everyone can wear that particular shade of yellow.

The guy who came in second after a sudden death playoff was seen sporting an argyle sweater in early rounds. Argyle, sigh. I know golf is argyle, and argyle is knitting, and therefore I should be knitting lots and lots of argylosity but I just haven't been able to get in the spirit of argyle knitting. For one thing, argyle socks have seams. Socks with seams, ick ick ick!

And why would anyone knit socks with seams when they could cast on these lovely Monkey socks? I've moved from the Wendy D column to the Cookie A column, starting with the most popular sock pattern in the universe. And for good reason! I have opted for the No Purl option, and they look great in this Misti Alpaca Handpainted Clown Vomit Yarn I had hidden in the back of the stash cabinet. I think I might even make two of these.

Worst Case Scenario

2009-07-14T22:54:00.003-04:00

We went to Maine for a short little trip over the weekend, and I planned to devote the weekend to completing the second Wendy D sock using the Catnip pattern. I did not bring any other knitting. I felt so free! Just one project in one big ziplock bag.

(First, take a deep breath and concentrate on this picture of the beach to calm your excitement. As you can see, it was a typical summer weekend day there and quite crowded):

Okay feel better from looking at that picture? I know I do. I'd call this sock the Worst Case Scenario sock. It has a lace pattern, a rib pattern, a reinforced heel knitted from the toe up. I used a varigated yarn with a lot of varigation. In a chartreuse colorway. On size zero needles! So much to go wrong.

(Take a minute to look at thie canoe we saw on one of the many bike rides I required John to take so that I could get away from these socks):

Everything went wrong with this sock. The lace pattern was way too busy for the yarn. This is a very common problem, probably worthy of a DSM 4 entry, Plus, the pattern was a multiple of 7 stitches and 7 rows which made it impossible for me to memorize. And size zero needles, 'nuff said.

The heel, though, was a shambles. Reader, there is nothing wrong with the pattern or the way it is written: I blame myself. My W& T skills need a lot of work. I miscounted, I K2TOG for no good reason. The heel came out real bad, almost unrecognizable and with something that looked like a bobble on the side. Could it be saved?

I consulted this book, and found no answers. I thought about ripping it back to the sock gusset, but I just don't love the pattern or the yarn enough to re-knit. I decided to just keep on knitting and not look down there at the heel, not ever again.

If I had been thinking I would have brought along my usual 3 or 4 UFOs and even one new thing to cast on. But I wasn't thinking and I was not prepared and disaster struck my happy home.

Don't let this happen to you! Here is the Knit 2 Par 3 Travel Knitting Worst Case Scenario Survival Guide. Print it out, put it in your stash bin, and learn from me so you don't have to learn the hard way.

1. Never leave for a relaxing weekend vacation without at least 3 unfinished objects.

That's it. A simple solution for a devastating problem.

Cookie A v. Wendy D Summer of Socks Smackdown!

2009-07-05T21:35:00.003-04:00

It's all about socks this summer here in this house, particularly sock patterns by Wendy D and Cookie A. Starting "now", and continuing until "then" I am going to knit pairs of socks but using different patterns in each pair. Some pairs might have two Wendy patterns, some might have two Cookie A patterns and some - some - might have one of both.

I have a head start on the Wendy D's though:

These are the On Hold Socks from Socks from the Toe Up. The partner for this one will be Catnip Socks. The yarn is some hand dyed stuff I got a few years ago from Shannon Okey at a craft fair that had very generous yardage - some of it I used for a small shawl, and even after I finish sock number 2, I think I'll have enough for at least one more pair.

Here's another Wendy D sock giving that sad Brooks Farm yarn one last chance:

I know I've complained about that Brooks Farm a few times in this blog lately, and I was going to use it to tie up plants if these socks didn't work out, but they did. These are Van Dykes. The matching one is the Labryinth sock which is finished but go figure, no picture.

I used this long weekend to finish up a few objects in preparation for the sock smackdown. If you haven't had a chance to knit The Heartbreakingly Cute Pilot Cap (Rav Link) go out and find a hatless baby head right now. It shouldn't be hard to find a baby these days, they seem to be everywhere.

I also finished - hold on to your seats, folks - a sweater vest for my very own husband. You'll have to wait for the fall to get a picture of him wearing it, but here is some of it:

Two things about this: it was a more subdued Noro than I usually work with, and I still found the same beautiful striping and blending while knitting. And this is actually only the second sweater I ever knitted for my husband - the first being one I knitted during our very short courtship twenty years ago.

Hoboken Fourth Of July 2009

2009-07-05T20:43:00.001-04:00

What About NIxon?

2009-07-02T12:00:00.000-04:00

We passed the Bendix Diner on our way up to play golf on Saturday, and I mentioned to Brendan that Richard Nixon was a big, big fan of the pork roll and egg sandwiches at the Bendix Diner, where he would go after he played golf.

Truth be told, not being a New Jersey native I think it was unlikely that Nixon liked the pork roll sandwiches, but he did live in New Jersey and he did sometimes eat at the Bendix Diner. Since Brendan - like Nixon! - is not from New Jersey, he naively wondered why Nixon would spend his last larcenous years in suburban NJ.

Why indeed:

The Sopranos wasn't on TV at that time so you had to get your pork store information first hand and where better to do that than in the Garden State?
Nixon liked the Jersey Shore, and that is only in New Jersey.
He had friends a few exits down on the turnpike from the Mile Square City.
He could take a bus quick to the Port Authority in NYC for Chinese food with his friend Henry the K.

New Jersey and Nixon: perfect together!

Get Out and Stay Out

2009-06-29T12:45:00.004-04:00

Three days of sunshine in a row! Well, okay, there were two massive thunderstorms, and Emily and narrowly escaped a flash flood on River Road, and it was really muddy everywhere I went still, but yes we were able to sample the Seven Deadly Sins this weekend: golf, knitting, drinking beer outside, talking about Richard Nixon, buying plants, ripping out knitting and ignoring laundry.

Brendan and I played golf on Saturday at a place I kept thinking was called Twin Peaks . It wasn't my best game, but it was pretty thrilling to be out playing golf at all. I had one spectacular shot out of knee high poison ivy on to the fairway, and one heart stoppingly perfect putt on the last hole. Really, all you need in golf is one good shot and if you play like me, that's pretty much all you get.

We also did our Sunday Knitting Night at a Newark Bears Game, which was combined with the outdoor beer drinking. Lynn was there, knitting a throw rug on size 50 needles - the perfect carry along project! Christy was making that ball band tea cosy, which was much cuter in person than in the magazine. I'd knit it. I found myself hitting the wall with my fifth sock from the Wendy D Socks from the Toe Up book. Don't get me wrong: the toe up technique has changed my life, and the Magic Loop is still magical. The particular lace pattern I was working on wasn't as euphonious as some of the others. It just wasn't singing to me, so rip rip rip it went.

Now where does Richard Nixon fit in?

Movies About Knitting: The King of Comedy

2009-06-24T13:46:00.004-04:00

Okay, well it's true, maybe most people don't think of King of Comedy as a knitting movie. I know I never did until last night.

I spent a whole lot of time this morning looking to see what other movie critics have noticed just how much knitting there is in this movie. I am the first!

In the knitting scene - possibly the pivotal part of the movie! - Masha and Rupert have kidnapped Jerry, and Masha has Jerry trying on a red, v-necked stockinette sweater that she knitted for him. And in Sandra Bernhard's character's face you could see the total bliss of knitting: she loves the knitting. She loves the person that's getting the knitting. She loves that the sleeves are the right length without the benefit of measuring. She loves the stockinette stitch. It's the magical moment of knitting.

I loved how the v-neck was so perfect.

And the moral of this story? Inside every fanatic, there is a knitter. And vice-versa.

Rain: Go Away.

2009-06-22T21:19:00.003-04:00

The sun did not shine.
It was too wet to play.
So we sat in the house.
All that cold, cold, wet day.

I think I cannot remember when it was not raining. The little icons on the weather map show day after day after day of little rain clouds, punctuated by little zig zag thunderstorms: Monday: raining. Tuesday: raining. Wednesday and Thursday: raining. Friday, Saturday: rain rain rain; Sunday just more rain. Go ahead, sing along! It will cheer you up.

I am not quite sure what sun worshipping, nature loving things I would have done this weekend if it wasn't raining. If the sun was shining this weekend I would have been occupied with watching golf and knitting - which is what I did anyway. I knitted a great deal, in fact, but have no photos to show because it was too wet to take the knitting outside for pictures.

It can't really rain forever, right?

Knit-In Update

2009-06-20T08:38:00.002-04:00

"When life rains on your knitting, cast on with acrylic" - a famous philosopher

Well, it looks like another sneaker soaking, hair frizzing rainy day. Once I get done with the unexpected and Herculean tasks set before me this Saturday morning, I will be joining the Hoboken knitters either at Pier A park (unlikely) or the local weak coffee/free wifi auditorium. If you're in town, stop by!

Feeling Groovy

2009-06-16T21:49:00.003-04:00

I walked across the Queensboro Bridge today into Manhattan instead of taking the subway on my way home from work.

It was one of those walks that was uphill all the way even though it is only about a quarter mile.

There were a surprising number of pedestrians and bikers going both ways. I even saw two coworkers from my old job, one on a bike and one on foot, crossing into Queens from Manhattan.

And yes, I did sing the song.

Be There Granny Square!

2009-06-15T19:36:00.003-04:00

Hope to see you there! And thanks to our knitty pal Brendan for the poster.