Sundries
It is utterly impossible to blog every detail of life...who cares, anyway? "We do not remember days...we remember moments," writes Cesare Pavese. The problem is that having not written a word all week, I can't seem to recollect even moments worth remembering from the week past. Let's see... I suppose the highlight of the week was fabric shopping on Saturday morning before the tourists were out en masse and That Dreadful Store was somewhat quiet. Rachael and I spent a good 1 1/2 hours rummaging around in the very cluttered fabric department of TDS. We have intentions of spending the last few weeks of summer sewing up a storm, making some pretty new clothes. I am dying for new Regency attire, so for myself, I am planning to make a summery Regency daygown, as well as a couple of Regency inspired gowns for my England trip. Rachael wants to try her hand at a skirt and a pair of drawstring pants, both linen/cotton, and since she has loaned me her sewing machine, I owe her sewing lessons!
I don't enjoy watching movies all that much...I have busy hand syndrome, and I generally believe movies to be a waste of time and money. (My roommate and I have discussed this, and we never feel like reading is a waste of time, or that buying books is a waste of money. Interesting.) But last night, I had to work at the College Switchboard, and it was a pretty quiet evening, so I put on A Simple Twist of Fate with Steve Martin. I'd never heard of the movie, but it sounded pretty goood. I pulled out my cross-stitch project, and settled into my chair. The story is about a former schoolteacher-turned-carpenter who takes in an heroin orphan toddler. The little girl, who wanders into his house in a snowstorm, becomes like a daughter to him. The plot, involving the hermit who adopts an orphan who finds her way to his home in a snowstorm, and the community that disapproves, suddenly reminded me of a book I haven't read in 15 years: George Eliot's Silas Marner. I wondered if the screenplay had been based, or at least inspired by the novel. It still surprised me to find how well my memory served me; when the credits rolled, Eliot's novel was mentioned first!
I don't enjoy watching movies all that much...I have busy hand syndrome, and I generally believe movies to be a waste of time and money. (My roommate and I have discussed this, and we never feel like reading is a waste of time, or that buying books is a waste of money. Interesting.) But last night, I had to work at the College Switchboard, and it was a pretty quiet evening, so I put on A Simple Twist of Fate with Steve Martin. I'd never heard of the movie, but it sounded pretty goood. I pulled out my cross-stitch project, and settled into my chair. The story is about a former schoolteacher-turned-carpenter who takes in an heroin orphan toddler. The little girl, who wanders into his house in a snowstorm, becomes like a daughter to him. The plot, involving the hermit who adopts an orphan who finds her way to his home in a snowstorm, and the community that disapproves, suddenly reminded me of a book I haven't read in 15 years: George Eliot's Silas Marner. I wondered if the screenplay had been based, or at least inspired by the novel. It still surprised me to find how well my memory served me; when the credits rolled, Eliot's novel was mentioned first!
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