Alas, my only working camera has not yet appeared. It occurs to me that I did not check under the sofa or between the cushions, where other lost items have turned up in the months since the Boys moved in. There is hope. Meanwhile, I’m still using old photos.
I bought an assortment of yarns from a tapestry weaver’s stash at the Torpedo Factory during our trip in November. Will I ever have enough storage room for yarn if I don’t use up MY stash before buying other people’s stashes?
Binding the oak bark clay book.