Pillowcase (or what the blizzard means for me)
We are snowed-in. I’ve tried to devise plans to safely transport my 27-week-pregnant body and 26-pound toddler out of our East Village apartment. Seems that large pregnant ladies are a fall hazard and that strollers don’t ride gracefully through snow.
Until I figure it out, or they clear they sidewalks better, I’m knitting a large pillowcase out of bulky scrap yarns.