This morning, going out the door, I decided I really wanted something to knit. I grabbed a ball of yarn and some needles.
On the bus I pulled the needles and the end of the yarn out of my bag and paused for a moment. My neighbor, who I ride the bus with most mornings, asked what I was making.
"I'm not quite sure," I answered. A moment later I cast on three stitches, looked up and said "A shawl."
Shawls are like wings to me...