I hate the sight of a nightstand without a book on it. It means I have nothing to read. And with eyes that are continually hungry for words, it means I’ll have to resort to reading the J. Crew catalog at night instead of a novel. Even words like “Italian cashmere” and “out of your […]
Years ago, I learned to crochet. A roommate–who could churn out handmade blankets like a factory–taught me the chain stitch. Before I was even nine stitches in, my zeal got the best of me. Now that I can crochet, I thought to myself as I started stitch #10, I’ll probably do this every day. I’ll make socks and […]