I’m still working on last week’s knitting and reading, but I also dove into a few new things this week. Robin Jones Gunn was one of my favorite authors when I was a teenager, and her books bring back many memories of sitting on the window seat in my bedroom for hours and hours with her books. And I decided to try out a new boutique yarn–Red Heart Boutique Ribbons–just for fun =).
I’m back to working on washcloths, which I’m looking forward to using =). The cotton yarn is Lily Sugar’n Cream, which is a soft but sturdy yarn that I don’t think will wear out too quickly. And I’m in the middle of What Your Husband Isn’t Telling You: A Guided Tour of a Man’s Body, Soul, and Spirit, and I’m not sure what I think. I definitely take issue with a few of the arguments, but one way or another it’s prompting me to meditate on my husband and marriage, which is always a good thing! I’ll be sure to post a review when I’m finished.
I’m having a blast with this Sashay yarn (a Red Heart Boutique special)–this is my second scarf this week! It’s quick, fairly easy once you get the hang of it, and absolutely beautiful! I’m happy to say that after making so many Christmas presents, this scarf is for me =). And I’ve just started What Your Husband Isn’t Telling You: A Guided Tour of a Man’s Body, Soul, and Spirit, I’ll be sure to let you know what I think when I’m finished!
Joining Ginny at Small Things for Yarn Along…a simple update on what I’m knitting, and what I’m reading.
This week I’m reading Farmer Boy as I slowly make my way through the Laura Ingalls Wilder books this fall and winter. It’s a pleasure I haven’t had since I was a child. And, I’m knitting a Christmas present for a special little girl who can’t decide if her favorite color is red or pink.
“Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
Reading Bloom, by blogger Kelle Hampton.
Today I am thankful for books. I’m not sure what it is that mesmerizes me about the written word, but there is something that I am powerless to contend. I love books. I love old books, new books, used books, children’s books, fiction books, non-fiction books…
I grew up surrounded by parents and siblings who all love to read and on top of that, with shelves and shelves full of books. I thought our house was normal, but I can’t tell you the number of friends I had over who were amazed at the sheer volume of books we had! (It’s a good thing my dad knows how to make shelves…)
Husband is slightly dismayed by the number of books I have. He doesn’t like having to move them. I do understand that books are heavy, but I remind Husband that he has a lot of cook books and those are some weighty volumes! And besides, he has at least as much “kitchen stuff” as I have books and it is only fitting since he is a chef and I am a writer.
Did you know that I was writing stories before I could even write? Yep, I would staple pieces of paper together and create stories using stickers. I finished my first short work of fiction when I was nine. And now I actually make a living at it.
My books are integral to my ability to write. Every good writer must be a reader as well, it’s simply how it works. And when Husband suggests I sell some of my beloved collection I give him the evil-eye. These books are my friends, they are my memories, my adventures.
I once heard someone put it this way: I have fallen in love a hundred times, and each time has been in a book.
I <3 books.