Her eyes were soft and gentle and smile
inviting but her body toughened by the times. She grabbed two tightly
tatted doilies from her mound and spread them over a chair. I began
examining her skillfully crafted knots. Through body language and
an inquisitive expression I asked her how she made it. She hurried
to her sewing kit and pulled out a small crotchet hook and a spool
of thread. We watched in amazement as her skillful hands knotted
an ornate centimeter circle within a minute. "I learned how to do
this from my mother and grandmother," she told us in Bulgarian.
A sweet chuckle rose from her strong body when we asked her if she
had taught anyone. She reached for her sewing kit and responded,
"No, one of my daughters is an engineer and the other is a mechanic."
She put the crochet hook in my hand and for several minutes attempted
to teach me the craft.