Summer is here in Chicago, and I am back to hating it. I love wearing wool, and dreaming of and planning the making of wooly garments. I'm back to sleeping on ice packs, on the sofa under the ceiling fan. Twelve weeks to go. I understand why the murder rate goes up during a heat wave. Clearly I'm not the only one irritated. This photo is from a colder time, la Mad in a Shadow sweater from my book, Doggie Knits.