The Happy Hooker [antikvár]

hen folks who were familiar with my previ ous Stitch 'n Bitch books, which are both' W about knitting, first heard that I was plan- l ning to write a book about crocheting, some of them were a little shocked. "Do you j even crochet?" they'd ask, rather accusingly. How could it be that j I, a knitter, was qualified to write a book about crocheting? How ¦ was it possible that any knitter could have anything of value to say to crocheters? Didn't I know that knitters and crocheters are like Sharks and Jets—they don't get along, they keep off each other's turf, they break into fights on the playground? Yes, I know, I know. But have Tony and Maria taught us nothing? Can't we see that we're all sisters (and brothers) under the stitch? Sure, I'm a knitter. But I also crochet. In fact, I learned to crochet—and enjoyed it—long before knitting ever