It inspired me - for the first time ever in a long knitting career - to think about double knitting. I'm wrassling a practice swatch right now, when I should be knitting short-finger gloves for DH. Bad Roxie. No self-discipline. (She smiles blithely. Nope. No discipline what-so-ever when the muses beckon. La la la! I'm learning and creating and duty will just have to wait.)
I am so enjoying hearing what people read while growing up. I'm wondering if what we read shaped our adult selves, or if we were already shaped and reading what best pleased us. I had older brothers and a literate father, so the boys books were much more readily available. I had Nancy Drew, too, but compared to The Fantastic Island, and She, Nancy Drew was mostly milk-toast. Did anyone else read,The Bobsey Twins? Slice-o-life from upper middle-class America circa 1930. Wonder if the library has copies?