Not so long ago, in a land called Portlandia, dwelt a knitter who loved sock yarn. She knitted socks night and day, generally on so she wouldn't have to make eye contact with fellow passengers. And it ...

So I'm back from the Knit & Crochet Show and cooing over my lovely multicolored sock yarn. I have high hopes for it, interspersed with the moderate panic attacks that hand-dyed yarn tends to trigger ...