Today I speed-read "Mrs Dalloway" by Virginia Woolf, neglecting my Burning Man preparations, in order to get to my new book club. On my way there I realized I would be confronting this group of lovely, educated, articulate, well-read and refined women with a head full of crazy yarn. Indeed, when I rang the doorbell, the reaction was, well, one of quiet shock.
One book lover rallied gamely. "I've seen a lot of fiber art lately."
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