The past two weeks have been worthless as far as sewing goes. One reason is I’ve had another cold. The other reason: I’ve been reading. I always read a lot, but sometimes it gets much worse, and then reading is all I do, when not sleeping or working. Now, I’ve read so much I’m almost (but not quite) sick of it. I’m not really sick of the reading in itself, but my body is stiff, and almost aching from being still so much. When I’ve finished the book I’m reading now (only about 200 pages left), I’ll hopefully get some serious sewing done. The silly thing is that I’ve already read these books before, more than once. It’s not that I don’t know whats going to happen… but a good book can be read innumerable times, and be just as interesting every time. There’s always something new to catch your attention, or the words are so familiar that it’s restful to read them.
On Sunday it’s the first of Advent, a very much looked forward to time in Sweden. In many windows, in both homes, schools, hospitals and companies, the typical Advent candlesticks and lighted stars have appeared this week. It makes the darkness of this time of year bearable (in this part of Sweden it gets light at about eight am, and by four pm it’s dark again – in the north they only get an hour or so of light). Most people don’t see the light but through the windows at school or work; it’s dark when you leave home in the morning, and dark when you go home again. The lights in the windows really cheer things up.
Today I’ve been doing laundry, cleaning, and taken out some of the decorations of the season. Doing this I realized my cat is an absolutely worthless protector of damsels in distress. I hate spiders passionately (especially when taken by surprise), and suddenly I found one in my hair. Shudder. I must have been a sight for the neighbours, jumping around, screaming, and repeatedly brushing over my hair, face, arms and clothes to get rid of it. When I tried to set the cat on the eight-legged monster, he thought I was playing and didn’t even see the thing. When he finally noticed it, he touched it very hesitantly, and backed away when it moved towards him. Sigh. I had to save myself in the end. Well, if he’s not a great warrior amongst cats, at least he’s loving and very cuddly, which after all is why I got him in the first place.
I have got a little bit of sewing done these past two weeks, with heavy emphasis on little. The third group of cording in my petticoat is done, and I’ve sort of started on the fourth.
This evening I took out a long forgotten project (new 18th century stays) from the “ongoing projects” box, and did some work on them. I really should stick to one period for a longer time, but it’s so difficult. Since I usually don’t have an event to wear my period clothes to, I don’t have the pressure to get one set done before starting the next… But then, just like with my reading, sometimes I get obsessed with a certain project, and then it can be finished quickly. The “moderation in all things” I wrote about recently does not always come naturally….
2 thoughts on “"She is too Fond of Books, it has Turned Her Mind"”
Oh dear, I can sympathize! I too have periods when I don't sew at all and read, read, read. I have been starting to feel the pangs of a Dickens binge coming on, and I know that when I start – well – not much else will get done for a few weeks! 🙂
Your corded petticoat looks amazing.
Thanks, both for the sympathy on my redaing issues 🙂 and for the compliment on my petticoat. Really looking forward to wearing it when finished.