So, the other night we were out to dinner with the family and a discussion of the word “cloth” ensued.  My son-in-law Jordan said that he had always thought that a textile with the word “cloth” in its name had to be woven (he did not actually say the word “textile” – though he is a smart man and probably could have).  You know:  tablecloth, bread cloth, altar cloth…

Mais non!  Sarah and I – gratified that anyone in the family wanted to be enlightened regarding textiles – jumped into instructor mode.  We said, you can knit a tablecloth; you can crochet a tablecloth –

You can buy a tablecloth, Jordan interjected.

It was really, really funny at the time.