Friday, July 13, 2012
Meanwhile, it is very foggy, cloudy, chilly here in San Francisco and I had to wear my friend's fleece jacket when I went to the market. My quilted vest (worn daily) just isn't enough today. Wind is actually howling down this dead end "alley" -- reminds me of home. But my nephew is coming over soon and we're going to walk to a neighborhood restaurant for dinner together. I'll add a wool scarf (also borrowed) to the fleece jacket.
I finished the socks last night while watching Bette Davis in The Letter. See it for the crocheted lace she works on in the movie. I think Davis was already proficient at the craft because it seemed so natural to her, no awkward movements -- but maybe she was just a really great actress and could do anything. I read once that she did needlepoint, and in Now, Voyager we see her knitting a mysterious something quite easily. As for me, I'm working on the cable and lace mitts again. My hands were so cold walking back to the house.
My brain is only a receiver. In the Universe
there is a core from which we obtain knowledge,
strength, inspiration. I have not penetrated into
the secrets of this core, but I know that it exists.