This morning, Selma dug her knitting out of the closet, packed her camera in her bag, and we all headed to the co-op to gather picnic supplies. There, we met Hilary and bought humus, tabouli, chips and other goodies. Glen
Stockinette Dreams
I had a knitting dream last night. Do you ever get those? When I’m learning a language intensely, or I’m in a play, and I dream about it, I’m always quite pleased because it means I’m seriously obsessed enough to