H is for Hoard

Miss B belongs to a cooperative Girl Scout troop; it meets once a month, and each mom gets to lead one meeting. This month it's my turn, and after racking my brains and failing to come up with anything outside my comfort zone, I decided to go with a contribution to Afghans for Afghans. Each girl makes a square, and one of the other moms and I each make a couple to come out with twelve squares, which of course will become an afghan.

Only thing is, Afghans for Afghans requests wool yarn because of the brutally cold winters there (say it with me: synthetics don't insulate!), and although several troop members had yarn, they didn't have wool. "Don't worry," I said, "I have plenty, and I'm happy to share."


I'm not sure these women understand what I mean by "plenty."


And I'm not sure I want them to.