The Fool found the sleeves and is on a tear tonight.
Instructions flying, demands for yarn needles, questions about how to work the steam iron and now, feet pattering down the steps and pattering back up, my sewing machine in hand.
"How do I wind a bobbin?"
"What does 1, 2, 3, mean here?"
I'm trying to figure out if he's being purposefully obtuse in hopes that I will step in.
Meanwhile, I have a button band to knit.