knitting about town

I'm back to working on that green alpaca cardigan again. I unraveled the lower 8 inches -- thousands upon thousands of stitches -- and have been steadily re-knitting it. It was the one project I brought to DC with me, and I brought it everwhere. From a hip speakeasy bar ...


to an outdoor cafe in Alexandria ....


and rolling around town on the bus!


My sister and I were laughing about putting together a Dr. Seuss green-eggs-and-ham post about knitting a cardigan ... I will knit it in a bar. I will knit it in a car. I will knit it on the bus. I will knit it in a fuss! And so forth.

But we weren't consistent about taking photos everywhere I was knitting, and then I had to hop on the plane back to Boston.


Now I'm back. And suddenly it's hot and muggy, and I don't feel like knitting. I feel like sitting outside with a cold drink and a picnic, which is exactly what I did with a friend last night. We sat on a dock by the river, laid out watermelon and potato salad and cold chicken and a bottle of spiked iced tea, and watched the sun set over MIT .