There is a new blue knit pillow on our bed.
It’s not really a new item in our house, per say. It used to be a sweater.
I wore this sweater the day Martin and I met. It wasn’t nearly so stretched out and saggy back then. ”You should turn it into something,” Martin said when I tossed it into a pile of clothes that didn’t fit anymore. (Nostalgia is our middle name.)