Well, they’re on their way. The first R loves her handspun yarn, and thought she’d invented a new way to knit. She was disappointed when I told her that she was knitting Continental, but I was pretty impressed, since I’d showed her American! The second R kept measuring and measuring. Three inches just didn’t seem right, but that’s a lot, considering all the fun and silliness that went on around the table. By the end of the afternoon (long after dark, really) they were tired, but happy and proud. Me, too.
Not Plain Jane 