I’m thrilled to report that upon my husband’s return from some extensive travels, I have managed to not kill a single houseplant (or fish). And my reward, you ask? The darling guy brought me home a sack of mineral dyed yak yarn from a carpet studio in Tibet. And when I say “sack”, I mean sack. As innovative as men tend to be about these things, he very thoughtfully wrapped the whole lot up in a pillow case for me to unveil—and it was a clean one, too!