Westward Ho

It was a day of driving and knitting as we covered the 700 miles between DC and Chicago. My biggest revelation was I knit as unconventionally as I hold chopsticks.


We were unprepared for the blizzard of Pennsylvania and Ohio. No one came prepared for snow.


The first-shift driver took some well-earned R&R as we started our first book. Gary’s suggestion “Follow Your Heart” was indeed the perfect movie for 3 old romantic mothers on a road trip.

As soon as the sun was up, I started casting on and relearning how to knit. I have this very unorthodox way of propping one needle in my lap and moving only my left hand as I slowly add another row of stitches.


The Chicago skyline was a welcome sight. The only difficulty we had all day was trying to find KC’s daughter’s house after we got here. We finally found her jumping up and down cheerleader style on a street corner while she waited for us with her dog Diesel.


We’re a little bleary-eyed as we try to figure out the plan for our first day in the Windy City. At least it looks like we left the snow in the East.