Hubby’s Grandpa passed away last week, more than a month after his heart attack (when the doctors gave him on average a week to live.) We zipped on up to Chicago for the funeral and family togetherness. I brought some knitting ripping knitting and ripping to do, but didn’t have much time to get it to a very photo-worthy point. Maybe next week, my friends.
But none of its famous knitters.
Now, if only it hadn’t taken 10 hours to get there and 13 hours to get home again.