The Letter K

Karen Hayden

My mom. I promised her I'd make her a web page, but I haven't (and this is embarassing) gotten around to it, yet. We're talking years, here!

King

When I was growing up, my brother's nickname was 'King.' You can just imagine how that impacted upon his whole attitude. King. Feh! There's a whole King subculture in my family : who can be called king and where they can be called king and what adjectives can be applied. I'm not only the eldest grandchild on that side, I'm the only girl! You'd think there'd be less King nomenclature reapportioning and more tribute paid to the worthy one!

Kitchens

My favorite room in a house for as long as I can remember. When I was little, my bedroom was over the kitchen, and in the mornings, the warmth from the kitchen would rise up to my room. I also had the best kitchen playset ever. It was home-made, and huge.

More: Memory: Kitchen

Knitting

I knit. I have a scarf that took me nearly a year and a half to complete, although after five months, it was long enough to wear while in progress ... so I did. It started out wide, tapered, widened and curved, tapered, widened, tapered and so on for about 6 feet. It was perfect for cold Massachusetts winters - it cupped my chin and mouth, widened to encompass my head, and than wrapped around and around and around and filled that area between zippers and chin. These days, I'm lucky if I can get a stocking done for the ceaseless rush of children being presented to the world in my general vicinity.
Last Project: kntting a modern version of the classic 70s-style Washington Redskins knit hat for my brother.
Current Projects: Knitting a massive striped blanket; Knitting a pair of gloves

Knots

I tend to tie tendrils of my hair in knots when my hair is long. Usually, they slip out unless, I've made a multiple-knot-knot, in which case I start to regret tying my hair in knots.

Kolodny's Cookies, Mrs.

My favorite Christmas Cookies (to eat; I love making traditional cutout cookies) are also sometimes called thimble cookies. In 1999, my mom baked them a bit too long, and they came out crunchy. Good, but different.