It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Okay, Ethel’s not sure whether these two are naughty or nice. It doesn’t matter, I guess, as they came by bith traits honestly. What good is nice without a little naughty thrown in?
Here in my town it’s rainy today. Yucky, overcast and rainy. I know the rain is good, especially with the drought and all, but the dark skies are terribly depressing.
Lately, I’ve been working on my knitting, too many projects to keep a handle on though. There’s a pair of ribbed wristers for Daughter the First (the one without the maniacal smile) and a hat for the maniacal one. Then there’s the top-down sweater for myself… it’s down into the repetitive boring knitting, but that’s okay. It’s good for tv knitting.
It’s about time to wrap up the day’s work, so I’ll be going now. Glad y’all could drop by. Come back now.
Hello world!
Incidentally, today is Ethel’s little sister’s birthday. Ethel loves her little sister, who has occassionally been a pain in the bottom. Today she is 28, which makes Ethel a lot older too.
This is the start of a new blog for Ethel, who loves talking, as the name indicates. There’s not much better for Ethel than a good story, or a good gossip, except maybe Sean Connery. Ethel loves Sean Connery. And she would swoon if she could share a good gossip with Sean Connery.
Ethel likes to read too, and knit. Sometimes she likes to read in the tub, controlling the faucet handle with her toes and adding new hot water when she gets cold. Today, with much excitement, Ethel got a new book to read in the tub- The Lace Reader by Brunonia Barry…
Brunonia Barry dreamt she saw a prophecy in a piece of lace, a vision so potent she spun it into a novel. The Lace Reader retains the strange magic of a vivid dream, though Barry’s portrayal of modern-day Salem, Massachusetts–with its fascinating cast of eccentrics–is reportedly spot-on. Some of its stranger residents include generations of Whitney women, with a gift for seeing the future in the lace they make. Towner Whitney, back to Salem from self-imposed exile on the West Coast, has plans for recuperation that evaporate with her great-aunt Eva’s mysterious drowning. Fighting fear from a traumatic adolescence she can barely remember, Towner digs in for answers. But questions compound with the disappearance of a young woman under the thrall of a local fire-and-brimstone preacher, whose history of violence against Whitney women makes the situation personal for Towner. Her role in cop John Rafferty’s investigation sparks a tentative romance. And as they scramble to avert disaster, the past that had slipped through the gaps in Towner’s memory explodes into the present with a violence that capsizes her concept of truth.
A good book that combines knitting, lace and mystery is hard to find.
Since Ethel is supposed to be working, she’s going to quickly sign off for the day, but she sincerely appreciates y’all reading and can’t wait to catch back up with you next time.
