Knit knack

I told our friend Nancy that I am trying to learn to knit, and that it's fun, but that it is slooooooooow, slow going. I told her that I yearn for fingerless gloves like my friend Marra has, and lo and behold, she made them. With, like, cables and stuff. Ah! The literal and figurative beauty and warmth of friendship!

When they arrived, Fiona was transfixed; so much so that today in the mail Fiona's more diminutive matching pair arrived, along with a little headband for Nora and a catnip ball for our felines. (We thought the ball was for Nora until Ivy came sniffing out into the kitchen and informed us otherwise.) Fiona couldn't stay still. She shimmied and danced all over the house. Nora bopped her head until she looked like a young Jane Fonda in that headband. She kept knocking it off her head and putting it back in, announcing, "Myself!"

Thank you very much, Nancy!