When I was a kid, my mother was a seamstress. So, I spent a good amount of time in fabric stores. Not exactly the Disneyland for a little kid, but I made do with what I had. What I had was a giant roll of silk fabric. I’d sit there, suck my thumb, and rub the soft fabric between my fingers. It was oddly satisfying.
1. The dog I’m dogsitting looks exactly like her food.
