So, I read Truman Capote's Breakfast at Tiffanys the other day. Not a bad read. I liked the narrator.
But anyway, knitting reference:
"Sunday was an Indian summer day, the sun was strong, my window was open,
and I heard voices on the fire escape. Holly and Mag were sprawled
there on a blanket, the cat between them. Their hair, newly washed, hung
lankly. They were busy, Holly varnishing her toenails, Mag knitting on a