Marc was at a conference in Seattle last week. A nice irony when one considers the near non-stop rain we'd been
cursing hunched under enjoying here in the Windy City. ( It was rain. That meant it was above freezing. Count your blessings.) Whenever he travels, he picks up something for us poor benighted types who were left at home. It's usually t-shirts for the kids. Often a coffee cup for me, although he has been known to deviate from the program - like the year he brought back the embroidered shawl from Olvera Street, but that's another story.
(Him)"You'd really knit a cardigan for me?"
(Him) "It wouldn't fit. How would I get it home? Where would I put it? I'd have to buy a suitcase. Do you think they'd let me have a box?"
(Him) "That could work."
I'm already knitting him a navy blue wool sweater.