There are two main reasons that I don’t read much lately. First, when I have free time it’s always a toss up between reading and knitting, and knitting always seems to win. Second, my ideal time to read is when the house is quiet late at night which is unfortunately also the most ideal time for falling asleep. This is usually what happens when I try to read before bed.
Last night in bed I was reading The Book of Laughter and Forgetting which is set in 1970s Bohemia. I fell asleep with the stories and images of Czechoslovakia swirling around in my head. All night I dreamt about Prague and the surrounding area. Nothing concrete, just images, colors, and mostly feelings. The gold of the countryside and the oranges of the city. The smell of old buildings. The sensation of the weather (we were there once in chilly March which is how my mind’s eye perpetually sees it).
I loved everything about this area and was sad to leave it once just as I was sad to wake up from it last night. I awoke with a groggy nostalgia of those things and an urge to translate them into knitting. I am in much need of an inspiring project so I’m letting the above images guide my creativity for the following week. I’m excited to revisit this memory with a new angle!