Suburban Chicago, December 1968. My Mom and her best friend, Donna, get together for another afternoon of knitting. They're sitting in the corner of our living room; Mom feels at home because she's wearing her moccasin slippers. The women both wear ensembles they knitted by hand, and they have matching, gold, knitting bags. I suspect they're knitting suits in the photo; my Mom appears to be working on a skirt.
There's an ashtray on the end table, and my paternal Grandmother Tatjana's copy of Nicholas and Alexandra rests on that surface, under her eye glass case. It's funny that Nicholas and Alexandra pops up in this post; I was just talking this afternoon with a friend about Robert K. Massie's 2011 book, Catherine the Great.
