“I make a habit of setting aside some time each evening to take out my knitting and work quietly on it, happily relaxing. I believe that it prepares me for sleep and washes away the cares of my day.I will consider that intarsia, or Fair Isle with three or more colors in a row, prepares nobody for sleep and cursing loudly while flinging knitting around the living room is about as far away from soothing as you can get.” BelieveCareThreeI BelieveSleepRoomsColorHabitFairsSettingSettingsEveningFar AwayLiving RoomSoothingKnittingCursingIsle Book:At Knit's End: Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much Source: At Knit's End: Meditations for Women Who Knit Too Much
“And there I was with the stars hanging above my house like live wiresand the night sky the color of stockings. I stuck out my tongue to taste the skybut could not taste. I inhaled deeplybut could not smell. I used to look to the sky for comfortand now there was nothing, not even a seam, and I looked down and saw that it did not even reach the ground. And my only company was the satellites counting their sleep and the Sorrowful Mother swinging her empty dipper in the darkness, the Sorrowful Mother picking her way through the stars over my roof. And I knew I was nowhere and if I ever took my hands from my ears I would fall.” LooksUsedNightHouseStarsSleepCompanySawsSkyColorTasteDown AndSmellTongueStuckCountingNight SkySatellitesStockings Author:Matthew Rohrer
“Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?” MenFacesSleepConsciousnessFireColorMirrorsMerePrimariesFeaturesConsentDollsPrimary Colors Author:Czeslaw Milosz