I found this lovely quote from the Talmud today. Believe it or not I had never heard it before. Must have spent too much time in Catholic School. But its simple message quieted my distraught knitting soul:
Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow."
I'm off with for a girl's weekend to see Judy Collins, so I leave you with another moment of peace. He may not have bought her a doggie bed, but they've worked it out: