It was laundry day, which, for me and the bearded fellow, meant a solid block of time spent at the local eco-laundromat. Clothes in the dryer, knitting in hand, I sat down to make some serious project progress.
I knew she was there before she started speaking.
Lady: (Appreciatively gazing). Ooh, what are you making?
Me: (Announcing, with far too much enthusiasm). Two baby sweaters!
Lady: (Now blankly staring). How…?
I looked down at my project. Continue reading