I love my house. Since leaving my parents’ house, this is the longest I’ve ever lived in a home (3 1/2 years!). I moved around constantly when I was in New York City, but my 1870-built house in my little village just up the hill from the Hudson River is a dream come true. And this is where I find my knitting bliss:
It’s bright but not blinding, the couch is comfy and wide to accommodate me, my knitting bag, and a cat or two, and I can spend hours on end here in complete contentment. Knitting groups are good fun, taking my projects along when traveling or commuting has never been a problem, but given my choice, there’s no place I’d rather be than home.