Mittens on the road

It is that time of year again -- yes, it is Philadelphia Folk Festival weekend. I live over here in the east, and it is close to me. We go every year. At a large outdoor festival, with people constantly coming and going and eating and walking in front of you and talking loudly, it can hardly be construed as rude if you choose to knit while attempting to enjoy the music:

I knit small things, usually mittens or socks, at festivals. It is the perfect time to add one more thing to the A4A box. There is always either mud or dust (sometimes you can be lucky enough to get both in the same weekend) and I need things that are easy to cram into a plastic bag and then easy to wash before I send them away. I do, however, strongly recommend against letting your bamboo needles sit in the rain -- they will never be the same.

I am glad we still get to send the little things, because my failed sweater is still in time out. It may just get re-knit into more mittens. That will show it . . .