Last Friday morning, Mom dragged me away from the mirror, and tucked me in her tote bag.  When I asked where we were going, she just said, “Field trip.”  I had no idea what that was, but I liked the sound of it!  I thought we might be taking a picnic basket to a nice field where we could hang out and maybe see some cows or goats or wheat or something.  Instead, she took me to a place called Gourmet Yarn Co. It was okay, at first.  When we got inside the store, they had a really big basket…