Oh, not in the studio/sewing room. Things are going along there swimmingly. I am right on track with my Christmas gifts: should be all completed by the end of this month. (don’t get jealous) And I am coming along nicely on the Better Late backing: pieced backings do take a little more time, don’t they?
I even had to piece the label into the backing because I was short on the fabric I chose.
My frustration is with my reading. I am reading a wonderful book written by someone I care for a lot. However, I have always been a slow reader. But there is one other problem. I tend to read the good/happy parts quite quickly but when there is sadness or threat, I tend to slow down to a complete stop. I don’t like to read bad things so when the plot starts to put the hero in danger, I stop reading. Today I have stopped to do laundry, eat lunch, and sew. And then it takes me a while to go back and read through that part so I can get the hero to a good/happy point again.
I worked as a psychotherapist for 25 years and heard all kinds of horror stories that people were living through. My job was to help them make peace with what had happened so that they could live comfortably in the life they had ahead of them. I was good at that. But when I am reading (or watching TV or seeing a movie) I tend to shy away from the problems.
Now, my current dilemma is that this is a very good book. I love the characters, I love the setting and the family interaction and I want to finish the book so I can tell the writer how much I liked/loved the book and all that she has put into it. But I am having trouble getting through it: not the book’s fault but mine. You should have seen how long it took me to read the Lord of the Ring’s books and I loved them so much I read them twice.
Well, now that I have vented, I will show you that I am using my new placemats so it must be Fall in AL.