After a weekend of franticly casting on every ball of yarn in site (a friend affectionately calls this bunny froo-frooing...as in hopping directionlessly all over the place.), I settled down with the zig-zag scarf and Anna Quindlen's new book, Still Life with Bread Crumbs. I'm feeling more focused.
I'm not terribly far into the book, but so far so good. The story is of a photographer who is reinventing her city life in the country...a move she has made more out of necessity than choice. (I'm hoping the country life snares her affection. Now if she was only a knitter, too----it would be the perfect book. (The book I read last week (Light on Snow) had TWO knitters in it before it ended. I think I got spoiled.)