The Case of the Exploding Knitting Needle. The Case of the Exploded Knitting Needle It was just an ordinary day.
It was, in fact, a flawlessly sunny, not-too-hot, not-too-cold First of August, 2004. My husband and I were returning home from a camping trip in the Olympic Mountains.
Stitches. Patterns. Yarn. Ravelry. Traveling Scarves.