I’m reading this incredible book at the moment, called The Diet Delusion. I’m not going to tell you anything about it, but I would urge you if you are concerned about healthy eating, about your weight, or about the cardiovascular health of yourself and your family, to buy this book. It’s huge, it’s very scientific, and it couldn’t be described as light reading, but it is unputdownable. And shocking. And very, very remarkable.
Thanks for all the lovely book recommendations yesterday. Some of them may or may not have fallen into my Amazon cart……. Now I need some more recommendations from you. Baby clothes.
Not for me, silly! No! No, no, no, no, NO! Heh, heh.
But have you noticed that we seem to be in a bit of a baby boom at the moment? Two of my lovely online friends are expecting, and quite a few of my offline friends are as well. I’d love to knit something for all of them, but I don’t know what. Something very small and quick (since I haven’t much time and am a slow knitter) but very cute, and a little bit special. Can anyone suggest anything? I love the Saartje Booties, but I’m not sure how well booties would go down with non-knitters.
I have a confession to make: I love childrens books. LOVE them. Would rather read them than adult books. Not modern ones, they have to be classic childrens books. Among my favourites are the Little House on the Prairie series, the Anne of Green Gable series, the Little Women series, Winnie the Pooh, Wind in the Willows, the Swallows & Amazons series, the Just William books, What Katy Did, The Wishing Chair and Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton, and anything by Carol Ryrie Banks.
I was thinking about it last night, while listening to Wind in the Willows, and knitting. There’s something so very comforting and reassuring about childrens fiction. The writer aims to entertain, to soothe, to amuse, but never (as is the case with so much adult fiction) to impress or shock. There’s an innocence about childrens fiction, and a simplicity that soothes our muddled up adult minds. And very often childrens authors capture the quirks of human nature in a way that more sophisticated adult fiction fail to do. Can you read Winnie the Pooh, or Wind in the Willows without instantly identifying yourself with one of the characters?
So are you like me, do you turn to childrens books when you need comforting, soothing, reassuring? If so, which ones, and why?
I don’t know if its the change in season, or the fact that I’ve been a bit under the weather recently, but I seem to have a BAD case of startitis at the moment. Or maybe it’s a reaction to Tangled Yoke, which I’ve been working on exclusively for the last few weeks. I’m not so good with the project monogamy.
My favourite laceweight shades from this week’s update:
The shop preview is now up. See you on Sunday at 7pm!