Craft night

Thanks to my friend Amy's plugged-in journo husband who called her the second he heard, I was able to watch the reaction to news of Osama bin Laden's death as it unfolded. I was unimpressed with the drunken frat boys running around outside the gates of the White House, but thanks to cable TV, I had eight news outlets to pick from. Whenever the frat boys showed up, I changed the channel.

Sunday evening went from sitting at my kitchen table amongst a group of women making tissue-paper flowers, knitting sweaters, caging beads, felting puffins, and eating ginger muffins to sitting in my living room with some of those same women, watching history happen.