Knitting a ranch house
If you ask me what my favorite movie is, I will say Breakfast at Tiffany’s. When I was living in New York with Amanda, as a junior in college, in an empty Greenwich Village apartment, Amanda bought a copy for me on VHS and borrowed a TV from our neighbors so I could watch it when I was deathly ill on my birthday.
There is a scene where Audrey Hepburn’s character, Holly Golightly, is placidly — and seemingly happily — knitting a giant red lopsided something-or-other. She is moving to Brazil to be with her Rich New Flame, she tells her Jilted True Love, a gentle writer-type who is deeply in love with her still. What are you knitting? he asks. She replies that she thinks she’s knitting a scarf. But her Rich New Flame recently brought over plans for their new ranch house. And she may have mixed up the blueprints and her knitting instructions. And maybe she’s knitting a ranch house.
That’s how I feel all the time.