In Sausalito we took a short walk to a fabulous yarn shop with a view of the Bay. It was buzzing with activity and filled with high quality yarns, bags, notions and surprises.
Eating flowers in an Italian pizzeria/cafe on Fillmore Street I was reminded of when my mother cooked squash flowers and we ate them sprinkled with salt. Crunchy and sweet. Strange and magical to a child. I didn't tell my friends about it lest they think we were a weird family. I still think eating flowers is magical, but don't care about weird anymore.
subdued by a knitted shawl
and an old weathered kayak
the color of sand