Ok, I can’t resist, now that the manuscript is turned in. Here’s a tiny section of one sweater in my book-after-next, How to Knit in the Woods. The hand? That’s my dad.
Fortunately, Rae, my friend and the book’s photographer, doesn’t know what my father’s Looks are. You know what I mean. Everyone’s parents have an Early Warning Look, as in “If [x] does not cease immediately, you will wish you had never been born.”
Peeking through the initial shots Rae sent, I clearly saw my dad’s Look in one of the later sweater shots. Heck, I called Tamas over to the laptop and he recognized it, too. Very funny. Then, in another series of photos, Dad’s posing with an ax. Let me tell you, for a while I thought we were going to have to take it away from him to prevent tragedy, namely my imminent death.
So, a word to the wise from your Aunt Shannon: never do a wool-filled photoshoot in 90-degree weather. Not that we had much choice — it’s October now and still almost 90 degrees every day. I hate it!