When I first laid eyes on this book, I thought, "Ugh, not another 'hip' knitting book." I didn't even give it another glance for several days, which was a big mistake. When I finally did return to the book, I quickly rearranged my editorial schedule
The year was 2003. My high-school buddy Theresa flew from California to Maine and we road-tripped it down the coast to witness this legendary festival for ourselves. I was there to report on this show for my fledgling site, Knitter's Review, just three years old then.