15 June 2026

FO: Angypang Socks; Getting There; On the Needles; Local Wildlife

Hello everyone and thank you for your such kind comments on my last post. I think I may still have problems responding to comments on this post (which you'll understand soon), but I do feel like I might be getting there slowly. Thanks for sticking around and caring.

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Now for an FO to show you - TA DA!


Project: Angypang Socks
Pattern:  Little Boxes Socks by Summer Lee
Yarns: Farmers Daughters Fibers  Highwood Sock in the colorway Morning Honey; Farmers Daughters Fibers Rocky Mountain Purls in the Rooted Eartb colorway. Both are part of the Sock Squad 2026 club.
Needles:  US size 1/2.25 mm and US size 1 1/2/2.5 mm
Notes: I was cruising Instagram one day when I came across a post by Edble Thoughts Makes, where she showed her completed pair of these socks. I was so immediately hooked, and even knew what yarn I would use! So I bought the pattern, and cast on. 

This was in the middle of April, and I zoomed along pretty quickly (for me). While I knit the first sock, we still had Angus, and he would sit with me while I knit. I told him we should call these socks Sunshine and Blue Skies because I felt like that's what they showed and how I felt when he was with me. Then the day I was finishing the first sock, it was the day we were leaving to return him to thei rescue. He was leaning against me as I finished kitchenering them. I decided then and there they would be the "Angypang Socks" because I would call him Angypang when I was teasing him. 


In the photo above, if you look closely, you can see a few extra yellow stitches in the middle of the first toe round across the top. I told him that was the two of us, working on this sock together, and I would always be able to know that was the first sock I knit and that he was there. And now I'm sobbing again, which is why it took me so long to post this FO. I'm not sure I'll be able to wear them anytime soon, but they will be there when I'm ready. 💗💔

As for the pattern, if you want to try colorwork on a small area, this is a great pattern! So clearly written, and truly so simple. Once you get the first pattern repeat finished, it's pretty much in your head. And since they are Shortie socks, they go so fast! (Though I'm definitely gonna try this pattern on a regular pair of socks down the line.) This is the first time I've knit a Summer Lee pattern, and I get her popularity now, it's well-earned.

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OK I'm back after a good cry break, to show you one of the things currently on my needles. After I finished the Litle Boxes, it was about two weeks without any socks on the needles - I know, for me that's nuts!

First some background for you. The week before Memorial Day, Alfie and I spent some time in the garden cleaning up. I thought since we weren't going to WV for the holiday weekend, it would be nice if the garden was ready for us to be out there (spoiler alert: it rained all weekend, but we at least had cleaned up the garden!). 

Anyway, since then, Alfie and I have been going out into the garden first thing in the morning and hanging out, just enjoying it. Right now at least, the weather is pleasant, and there are no mosquitoes around yet (YAYAYAYAY!), so being out there is just perfect. Last week one day, instead of reading like I usually do, I decided to work on a pair of socks I've started. I've gotten more done since this photo was taken, but I am nonetheless really happy with how they are looking:


These socks are the Cottage Hearts pattern by Crazy Sock Lady Designs. They will be regular socks, as opposed to shorties, and again, I am having fun with colors. I have finished the leg, and just yesterday finished the gusset on the first sock, so they are zooming right along as well. 

While Alfie and I were out in the garden last week and I was knitting, we had a visitor:


This little squirrel youngster showed up. He got closer to both of us than he probably should have, but I of course was no threat. and Alfie was interested, but not enough to do anything about it. I'm not sure if he didn't want to get up, or if maybe he realized it was a young squirrel and was not going to engage. But anyway, we all sat out there together for about half an hour more after he showed up. We thought about calling him Tiny, but I told Alfie that was too easy, so instead we named him Petits Pois. It was a lovely time, our little trio just enjoying a nice morning.

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And that's catching you up with things, more or less. Unfortunately, the hits keep coming in my family, but they are interspersed with some nice things, so I try to keep those in mind. We had a lovely Bloomsday yesterday, and also belatedly celebrated Milo the Koodle's birthday since we couldn't easily do it when it actually came around. And fortunately, he didn't mind. 😊

So I hope all of you are doing well, and finding some good/nice/happy to be thankful for even in any of the bad. I'm hoping to get myself more on track, and hopefully the universe will give me a break so I can pick up a little bit more momentum with everything. But regardless, once again than you for being here and being so kind. Enjoy your day!

09 June 2026

Trying To Be OK

Hello Friends, and Happy June to all of you! I'm afraid I'm still having some troubles getting back into the swing of things. Besides having to say goodbye to Angus, there's been some not so great health news in my own family that is also causing me to not feel much better about things. But I really am trying to be OK, I absolutely promise you. And I know I'll be OK, it's just a never-ending pile up of stuff at the moment.

Which is also why I haven't responded much to all of you who have been kind enough to leave comments on previous posts. Even doing that is more than I can handle some days. So I'm not blowing you off, I just don't currently have bandwidth. I'm hoping that any comments I get on this post will be ones I can get the wherewithal to repond to, since "talking" to all of you is such a happy thing for me.

I'm still behind on other things too, though I am doing the things that absolutely are necessary to do, so I'm not a complete zombie. Which is good, because distractions (even cleaning things up, UGH!) are a good thing at the moment.

Other that that, I picked up a stitching project I started last summer, and did only a small amount on, and I did manage to finish a section (did I already show this to you? I can't remember):


I'm happy with how it is turning out. Hopefully I can finish it this summer. 

I also finally get started on a knitting project that I've meant to do for over a year - even had the yarn ready!  This is the start of the Skyline Tee, by Tori Yu. This is the first time I've knit one of her patterns, and it's so well written and clear. I was a bit hesitant because there were some things I've never tried before, but her instructions made things incredibly understandable. 


Like the stitching project, hopefully this will be finished this summer as well. 😜

After Alfie and I cleaned up the garden a few weeks ago, we have been able to enjoy sitting out there together first thing in the morning. He enjoys watching the birds and squirrels, and just hanging out. We usually go out for about an hour or an hour and a half, and it's nice because it's usually so quiet. I generally read and enjoy my cup of tea, and on very rare occasions a squirrel will not realize he is there and he'll go to chase it, but fortunately, the squirrels are MUCH faster than he is! It's become a pleasant ritual, and other than rainy days, we do it for sure. I don't know if we'll continue once the extreme heat and/or humidity arrive, but it's nice for now.

So that's the news from me. I hope all of you are well, and trust me, I've been reading all of your blogs even if I don't comment that much at the present. Thanks for hanging in, it's nice to have comments to read, even if currently I'm quiet at the other end of things. 

02 June 2026

It's Time For Another Birthday!

Today we are celebrating the fifth birthday of Alfie, the fluffiest boy in town!


What a kitty he is! He truly is one of the most unusual cats that have ever been in our family - unusual in the best way possible, that is! He is always happy - this boy even loves going to see the vet! I think he likes it because he goes someplace where everyone talks to him and gives him 100 percent of their attention. 😊

Over the past few weeks, he has snooper-vised the cleaning up of the garden and planting of flowers in pots, to be sure that it's all to his liking. Because he is nothing if not a Nature Boy.


"Time to take a rest now that things are the way I like them. That was a lot of work!"

He's never met someone he didn't like - he was the only one of the cats who tried really hard to be friends with Angus. (Which of course ended poorly. 😢) One of his favorite things is to have a worker come to the house to fix, repair, check, build, whatever. He is beside himself with happiness that someone is here in the house that he hasn't met before, doing interesting things that they surely would like him to assist with. We have been lucky that any people coming to the house have been cat lovers, and gotten a real charge out of him. Then he cries for about half an hour after they leave! (The Tim: "So ... he wants us to pay people to just hang out with him longer??")

Whenever we've been out in the garden, Milo the Koodle and Esme are always at the door, watching and looking curious - but God forbid they also come outside! But it always cracks me up when we come back into the house, Milo is right there, and licks Alfie's forehead for a few minutes, I guess to return him to the smell of the house - it's really funny!


I just took this photo of Esme and Alfie on the bed in the guest room. That's a favorite spot, because it's a small room with two windows. And right outside of those windows are trees with birds and squirrels. Once I open the windows, it's not unusual to look in the room and see all three cats distributed in various permutations sitting in the window. 

He also considers himself to be quite fierce, and as a three-legged cat with no front claws, I'm sure you can imagine how dangerous he actually can be. 

His favorite person is The Tim. When he is in a room where The Tim is, he sits on the floor right in front of him like a guard cat. And he is such a big boy, that when he wants to actually cuddle with you, there's not a lot of choice left on your part, LOL.

So later all of the kitties will get some special food for their dinners, and then we will have a little birthday party for Alfie with a two-person mousse cake from a little pastry shop nearby, topped with a candle. We will sing "Happy Birthday," the kitties will get treats, and Alfie will get a gift (I found a little catnip fish like we gave Esme but with a different fabric - all of the cats LOVED it!). So he is going to be very pleased to be the center of attention, even if no one comes to fix something today ...

So I hope you can find something to celebrate today - and if not, feel free to celebrate Alfie's birthday. That's what we'll be doing. ❤

28 May 2026

This Is Lovely - And I Hope Your Weekend Is, Too

A friend of mine posted this on social media the other day. I don't know if it has a title, as there was not one included. The author is Matt Moberg. I thought you might enjoy it, especially going into the weekend. 

I think every human being 
eventually has a moment
where they are standing outside in sweatpants
that have lost the will to be pants,
holding a trash bag, a divorce, a parking ticket,
or some other receipt from the universe
that says, “surprise, this too is part of it.”

And then the sky bruises purple.

And the air touches your face
like it knows your whole story.

And suddenly you realize:

all the real is actually unreal.

The dirt.
The breath.
The weird little bones in your hands.
The fact that we are here,
on a floating rock with pollen counts,
paying bills,
missing dead people,
loving living people
who say “leaving now”
while still fully naked and looking for socks.

And still,
the moon clocks in.

No applause.
No benefits.
No note from management saying,
“Great work being ancient and luminous again.”

Just the moon,
working nights
like a single mother with no applause,
packing silver lunches
for every dark thing
that still has to rise.

Tell me that isn’t holy.
Tell me there is a better word
than sacred
for the way light keeps returning
with no guarantee
we will actually stop and take note.

I know people who believe in therapy,
probiotics,
tarot,
twelve-step meetings,
manifestation journals,
and waiting exactly eleven minutes
before texting back
so they do not appear emotionally available,
even though their whole nervous system
is standing in the driveway holding flowers.

And underneath all of it,
every ritual,
every doctrine,
every smoothie with chia seeds,
the prayer is the same:

Please let me be loved.
Please let me be forgiven.
Please let this strange little life
mean something
before my lower back
submits its formal resignation.

What is going on?

For real tho—What is this place?

This unbearable tenderness
of being alive long enough
to watch steam lift from coffee in winter
like a soul practicing leaving.

To see your friend laugh so hard
they slap the table
as if joy is a mosquito
they are trying to kill.

To hear a child say “pisghetti”
and, for one shining second,
realize language
has finally been improved.

I know I already noted this in the first piece,
but the older I get,
the less use I have for certainty.

Certainty has never made me pull over
because the sunset looked like God
dropped a jar of peach jam
across the whole midwestern sky
and decided to be lazy
and not clean up.

Certainty has never made me gasp
at rain on hot pavement.

Certainty has never found me
in the cereal aisle,
holding Captain Crunch,
suddenly remembering
that everyone I have ever loved
was made from stardust,
hunger,
and a series of decisions
we probably should have slept on.

No.
It has always been awe.

Awe was the first church.

Before steeples.
Before committees.
Before men got involved
and started making rules about skirts.

Awe was there
with its wild hair
and muddy feet,
saying:

Look.
Look again.
Look until looking
becomes love.

Awe, and soup.

Awe, and someone rubbing your back
when you are sick.

Awe, and old couples at Target
arguing gently about avocados,
as if marriage is not one vow
but ten thousand errands
performed beside the person
who knows exactly
how you like the cart pushed.

Maybe gratitude
was never meant to sound elegant.

Maybe gratitude sounds like:

“Damn.
That woodpecker is trying
to beat that tree from itself.”

Maybe gratitude sounds like:

“Thank you, body,
for continuing to drag me through this world
despite the many slim jims 
I have done to you
at gas stations.”

Maybe gratitude sounds like:

“Thank you to the dogs
who lose their entire minds
when we come home
as if we have returned from war
and not Walgreens.”

For me, that might be my gospel.

That joy that does not wait for us
to be impressive but only needs us
to come through the door.

Because the truth is,
this life is devastating.

And ridiculous.

One minute you are 22 and invincible,
driving too fast,
eating gas station nachos
with the confidence of a Greek god.

The next minute you are googling,
“Can sneezing cause a hamstring injury?”
and the answer is,
apparently,
“Welcome to the second half of your life.”

But even now—

even tired,
even grieving,
even emotionally held together
by iced coffee, playlists,
and one very specific wolves hoodie—

we keep finding reasons
to stay soft.

We plant tomatoes
even though grief is real.

We bake bread
even though the news is on fire.

We send photos of the sky
to people we love
with captions like,
“LOOK,”
as if beauty is an emergency
and we are all volunteer firefighters.

We keep saying,
“You have to see this,”
because wonder
is the oldest form
of resurrection.

So here’s to the believers
and the atheists
and the agnostics
and the people whose entire theology
is just trying not to cry
in the DMV line.

Here’s to the people clinging to faith.

Here’s to the people clinging to Xanax
and oat milk
and the one group chat
where nobody pretends to be okay.

Here’s to the tender-hearted weirdos.

The accidental mystics.

The ones who can contemplate mortality
for six straight hours
and then become emotionally attached
to a perfect peach.

The ones who know
despair has a mouth,
but so does laughter.

May we never stop being drop-kicked by beauty
in the middle of a Sunday afternoon.

May we never become so polished
that we forget how to stand
in the Starbucks line of existence
with our dumb, gorgeous hearts open,
feeling the enormity of it all
rattle around in our bones
like thunder
looking for somewhere to laugh.

And may we remember:

whatever else this is,
whatever mess,
whatever miracle,
whatever cosmic group project
no one was prepped for—

all’ve it is astonishing.
that we are here.
that we have loved enough to be ruined.
that the moon keeps showing up.
that bread exists.

So pass it on.

Tear off a piece
with your bare hands.

Take it in as you take it down. 

And then go outside and look at that moon.

14 May 2026

Book Reporr for January, February, and March 2026

 Well, here it is the middle of May, and I just realized I never shared my reading from the first three months of 2026! That's something I am pretty sure that I can handle doing right now, so here you go. 

The Listeners, by Maggie Stiefvater. I tried so hard with this. It takes place in my beloved WV, during WWII, which seemed like it would be great. But I made it just a bit more than halfway through, and ... just no. 

So I'll move on to the next thing.

When Christmas Comes, by Andrew Klavan. Cameron Winter is an English professor with a mysterious past. During the holiday break at his school, his former lover Victoria asks for his help. He travels to the small town of Sweet Haven to check things out. The town is right next to an Army base for the Army Rangers, and is populated primarily by military retirees and their families.

Victoria's case involves Travis Blake, a widowed Army Ranger who is accused of - and has admitted to - the brutal murder of his girlfriend Jennifer Dean, who was an extremely popular and beloved elementary school librarian. 

Victoria feels there is something else going on that she needs to know.

As he starts looking into it, Winter is reminded of his own unhappy childhood, and the only things that ever made his Christmases happy. He is a very mysterious character, and you are unsure of how you should feel about him.

His investigation becomes quite complicated and somewhat harrowing,  and the whole story ends in a manner I did not expect.  

This is the first book in the Cameron Winter series. I may try to read one in two more to see just how I feel about him. But this was a really interesting read.

Book Lovers, by Emily Henry. An enjoyable enough read about two sisters who grew up in New York City - Libby, a married soon-to-be mother of three who is usually ready to enjoy life; and her elder sister Nora, who took charge when their mother died, and is a career-obsessed woman who works in publishing. 

The story is narrated by Nora, and tries to stand the usual tropes found in a Hallmark movie on their head - for instance, what if the driven career woman who visits the small town and falls in love *doesn't* give up everything for love? What if she gives up love instead?

When Libby arranges for them both to visit a small town where a hit romance novel is set, Nora balks at first; but when Libby frames it as a trip for her to have some time to herself before her next baby arrives, Nora agrees to go.

It turn out this adventure marks major life changes for both, and Nora us faced with her worst fear - "losing" Libby.

Like I said I enjoyed this well enough to read. I'm not much for romance novels, but this is a good on with a decent story.

Castle of Water, by Dane Huckelbridge. Three people are on a private jet heading to a remote Polynesian island - Barry Bleeker, a former Wall Street type who has decided to embrace his artistic side, and travel to where Paul Gauguin spent the end of his life; and Sophie and Etienne, newlyweds visiting a place where Jacques Brel lived. Their pilot is a drunkard, who does not want to be bothered with flight plans, etc., and besides it's never been a problem before.

Except now, when he tries to fly the plane through a huge storm and it crashes into the sea. Barry and Sophie are the only two who survive, and they are on an uncharted island inhabited by terns and wild banana trees.

This book does not give you the feeling that it will all turn out OK, and in major ways it doesn't. But it does tell you a story of two people figuring out how to survive and not give up, even when it does seem that they will never leave. The worst that can happen allows one of them to leave and hope for a chance to be saved.

A good read, but the sending left me wanting at least a little more information.

Small World, by Laura Zigman. Joyce Melishman lives in Cambridge,  Massachusetts,  where she works for an archival digitization company. She is recently divorced, and adjusting your life on her own. One of her favorite things you do is look at the online site Small World, where people can get help with local issues or problems.

When her older sister Lydia calls from Los Angeles to say she's moving back east after her divorce, Joyce tells her she can share her apartment for awhile. Joyce hopes that they can become closer as a result. As children, they were somewhat ignored by their parents, who were busy caring for their late sister Eleanor, who suffered from cerebral palsy and a seizure disorder.

But life with the two of them together again turns out not to be that great. And when a couple move in upstairs and take yo Lyfia, things become more strained than ever.

Only when a long held family secret comes out do things change at all, and Joyce finally understands what Lydia has tried to do for her. 

The Searcher, by Tana French. Cal Hooper is a retired Chicago cop, who has moved to a small village in Ireland, and spends most of his time giving up the decrepit cottage he bought, with the occasional evening visit to the local pub.

At first when a local asks him for help tracking down a missing sibling, he wants no part of it. But as he learns more he gets drawn in, and eventually agrees to do it.

He ends up finding more than he bargains for, both about the siblings and his neighbors.

Tana French has once again written a book that keeps you reading, with characters who seem like real people dealing with the real world. This is a good one.

The Perfect Divorce, by Jeneva Rose. I'm not really sure why I took this book out of the library, but I borrowed it and started reading. It's the story of a couple divorcing, an old murder case being reopened, and the search gor a missing woman. There are a lot of double-crossing moving parts, and I'm not sure I got them all. But I read the whole book to find out what happened. 

It was readable, but not really worth the time and effort.

The Incredible Kindness of Paper, by Evelyn Skye. Chloe Hanako Quinn and Oliver Jones meet when they are in elementary school, through a pen pal program. They become the best of friends, until Oliver and his family disappear one night, never to be heard from again.

Years later, when Chloe is living in New York City, and loses her high school guidance counselor job, she is somewhat unmoored and not sure what to do next. On a whim, she makes some origami yellow roses with encouraging words inside, and leaves them in various places. She used to give her high school students the same things, and they were very popular. 

Oliver is also living in New York City, working a job in finance that he hates. His family's vanishing act years earlier was part of a series of similar events caused by his mother, who always had grand plans, but ended up stealing her investors' money. So the bulk of his teenage years were spent on the run with his family, His mother is now in prison, but Oliver has spent his life taking care of his father and his younger brother. It broke his heart to leave Chloe all those years ago, but he had no choice.

When Chloe's yellow roses become a national phenomenon, will she and Oliver end up finding each other again?

This book was a very pleasant story, and you were rooting for Chloe and Oliver. The author never ventured into sappy territory, instead making you want to root for everyone that Chloe was able to help. And it was an excellent reminder that a tiny act of kindness can change someone's day.

Mornings with Rosemary, by Libby Page. This is a story about lifelong love, and finding your people.

Rosemary Pearson, widowed and forcibly retired when the library where she worked was closed, lives with her loving memories of her husband and her daily routine of swimming at the local lido where she lives. It's also one of the places in her London neighborhood, Brixton, that played a huge role in her life.

Kate Mathews is a young woman who moved to Brixton for a journalist job at a small neighborhood newspaper. She lives with a bunch of roommates that she barely knows, and crushing loneliness and anxiety.

When her boss learns that the neighborhood lido is under threat of closing so that a developer can build high end residences, he assigns Kate the story.

Kate talks to Rosemary, a regular at the lido, and not only do they develop a friendship, but their attempts to save the lido opens up both of their lives in new ways.

This was a lovely book.

The Art of Fielding, by Chad Harbach. I've been wanting to read this book for a long time, and finally got around to it. Since spring training for baseball is here, it seemed like a perfect time to check it out.

The main character,  Henry Skrimshander, is a very good high school baseball player in a South Dakota town. He has always been in love with baseball,  but assumes that once high school ends, he'll work at the factory where his father also works. 

But when he gets the chance to play college ball at Westish College, a small school in Wisconsin on the shores of Lake Michigan, it's like a dream come true. And things just continue to improve ... until they don't. 

All of a sudden, the other people around Henry - Owen, his roommate; Mike Schwartz, the team captain and Henry's mentor; Guert Appenlight, the college president; and, Pella, the president's daughter  - are not just trying to figure out how to help him, but also what they need their own lives to be.

I liked this book - as a baseball fan, I could appreciate all of that,  and why it was so important to Henry. But this was also one of those books where I didn't have an overarching love for any character - they were all fine, and I wished the best for them - but I needed to finish the book because I was invested in finding out how the stories would end.

Due or Die, by Jenn McKinlay. Lindsey Norris is starting to feel more comfortable in her job as library director in Briar Creek, and as a member of her community.  When a new person is elected as head of the Friends of the Library, things start to go downhill. 

The issues: along-time staffer suspicious of Lindsey; threats from those who feel the new head of the Friends has to go; them under of that person's husband; a major snowstorm; and, the destruction of the warehouse where some gift books - some rare  - were stored.

Good things: Lindsey adopts a sweet puppy, in spite of herself; she helps the new head of the Friends deal with her husband's murder; inadvertently solves through murder; and finds anew romantic interest. 

This is the second book in the series, and it is pretty nicely done.

Darling Girls, by Sally Hepworth. Jessica, Alicia, and Norah are three adult women who declared themselves sisters when they lived in a foster home in Port Agatha, about two hours away from Melbourne, Australia.  They have always had each other's backs, and are deeply devoted to one another. 

When the foster home is torn down, and a body is found buried underneath it, the local police ask them to come back to Port Agatha for questioning. They are forced not just to face their respective pasts, but the narcisstic, unpredictable Miss Fairchild who was their foster mother. 

This was an interesting story, with a lot of sorrow, mystery, and twists that I didn't expect. It helps you understand why each grown woman turned out as they did, but also makes you extremely glad they had each other.

Is This a Cry for Help?, by Emily R. Austin. When Darcy returns to work after medical leave, things are heated in the community. People in the community are worked up about library policies they think are wrong, and causing a lot of problems for her and the rest of the staff.

Darcy tries not to let it cause her to spiral. Her medical leave was necessary because she had a mental breakdown after learning a former boyfriend had died - they had been together for a few years before she realized she was gay, and she feel so much guilt. So her confidence and mental strength are already a bit tenuous. With the help of her wife, her therapist, and those around her,  she comes to realize things are not so bad, and she is stronger than she thinks.

This book really spoke to me, as someone with mental health issues. But I loved it even more because if its portrayal of what libraries are, what they mean, and why we need to value them and defend their purpose.

One of my favorite books I've read.

When the Cranes Fly South, by Lisa Ridzen. Bo is an elderly man, counting on visits from caretakers, his son Hans, and his granddaughter Ellinor. He is reaching the end of his life, with his loyal dog Sixten for company, and the memories of his life within wife Frederika, who is in a care home with Alzheimers disease. 

The loss of Sixten, who his son feels is too much for him to handle, and the death of his good friend Ture, cause a crisis for Bo. He wants to go on, but he knows he doesn't have the strength or the will anymore, once his friend dies and his dog is gone. But he does come to the realization that he wants his son and granddaughter to know he loves them.

This is a sad book, because the reader knows the eventual outcome; however, it's also a reminder of the importance of love and care for those closest to us, even when we are not sure we understand or appreciate each other.

Empresses of Seventh Avenue : World War II, New York City, and the Birth of American Fashion, by Nancy MacDonell. This is a really interesting read, and offers a really fascinating look into the world of haute couture in Paris, and how World War II more or less leveled the playing field for American based designers.  The history of fashion and its importance in France was fascinating to me, but mostly I found the history of ready-to-wear from American designers even more enlightening.  Not ever being able to afford really expensive clothes, reading about the concepts of clothing for the masses, so to speak, really informed me about things we take for granted these days.

It also made me glad that I was able to live in a time when the frand department stores still existed. Unlike a lot of other people, I actually miss them.

This book is well worth reading, if not for fashion history, for a good look at the social history covered.

Some Bright Nowhere, by Ann Packer. Claire and Eliot have been married for years, and have two adult children.  After 8 years of various cancer treatments, where Eliot has been her willing and constant caregiver, she'd ides she's done with treatment. At the beginning of her at home hospice treatment, she makes a decision that sends Eliot reeling.

This is a heartbreaking book in lots of ways, frustrating in others. I found it hard to understand some of each character's decisions from time to time, but I think that may have been the point. Just because someone is dying, you can't keep them from thinking how they want things to be; and you can't always really control your own reactions. 

A good and thought-provoking read.

Work in Progress : Confessions of a Busboy, Dishwasher, Caddy, Usher, Factory Worker, Bank Teller, Corporate Tool, and Priest, by James Martin. I have to admit to a fondness for Jesuit priests, since I went to college at one of their schools, and learned so many important things. I slso have a soft spot for the author, having followed him for years, and also having gone to a talk with him regarding this book at the Free Library of Philadelphia. 

Anyway, this book is his memoir from his early high school years  upnyo yhe time he joined the Society of Jesus. What is great about it is that he was from a Catholic family with a Catholic background, but not from a overly devout or holy family (known in my family as "The Ideal Parishioners.") So much of his story is familiar, from the childhood rhymes when playing games to the college experience and trying to find your first job after getting that degree. I am 4 years older than Father Martin, but could identify with so much in this book. And since it takes place in the Philadelphia area, many locales were familiar. 

Father Martin has a friendly, approachable manner of writing, and is a good storyteller. He is someone who remains friends with so many of those he talks about that you can only imagine that it's a lot of fun when they are together.

*****

Writing this post makes me feel like I read these books years ago, though it's not that far in the past. But it's been a tough year so far, with such soaring highs and such desolate lows. But books are there for you no matter what, you know?

I hope you have been letting reading help you as well, even if your life has been on a pretty even keel. Let me know if there are any amazing books I should be on the lookout for, or any really awful terrible books to avoid. 

I hope you have a lovely weekend.