This is my friend Lost City Denise. She's a knitting knut, a yarn spinner–literally and figuratively, lover of lavender. And Chris. And books. And music. She's a snappy dresser, obviously. I've seen her wrapped in a towel, wearing Wellies, coming up from the creek, looking like Aphrodite rising. She asked me what I thought about this angora hat. I thought immediately of pond scum, because just that day, I installed track lights over my kitchen sink.  I'm industrially adverse to electrocution so I turned off the power to everything at the Holler, not just the kitchen. Which stopped the [...]