In my childhood bedroom at mom’s, there’s a red roll of yarn attached to a shabby seven-inch square â€" the scarf I started making when my Granny Grunt Grunt (don’t ask) taught me to crochet at age nine. Never one to throw anything away, I thought about picking up where I left off a few years ago when knitting was all the rage among celebs. I wanted to be seen frowning at my knitting needles during karaoke, as if I were much too important to be stimulated by ordinary entertainment.

I could get my chance every Thursday, when the Tacoma Art Place hosts Rockin’ Knit Night, where knitters â€" beginners to experts â€" dropped stitch with master knitter Megan Peters and listen to CDs, from 5:30 -8 p.m. Cable needles and “Crazy Train!” Nice!

I will be hanging there as an opportunity to look cool while finishing that scarf. â€" Suzy Stump