It's Monday What are you reading?

It's Monday again, it seems to come so quickly.  I'm just starting to feel better, after some kind of stomach bug.  Let's just say toast and tea are my diet stand bys. 

I'm still reading The Forgotten Seamstress, Liz Trenow.  I thought I'd read off my shelves, (notice the plural, shelf)  and I had further thought I should inpire myself to sew, so hence the choice of book.  WELL, I had not expected to read yet another story line of mental health and how we/they dealt with unfortunately ill individuals, not to mention women. 

I'm not done, unfortunately not feeling well curtailed my reading adventures, but, it's a seriously moving storyline... where will it end?  I'm not disappointed yet.

It took me a while to get into opening it, it's the book hangover thing from Perfect. 

Love ...

As most of you know I created this blog, daily if possible, as part of my research and development for my romance novel. Well today's notes from my instructor were. Can we write a true love scene. I don't know if I can. Her quote was one that we all have probably heard " If I know what love is it is because you love me." I'm not sure I know what love is. I know I love. I know my children love me (right now maybe just because I do the laundry). I know my nieces love me, they send me little notes indicating such. And I know I love them. But I'm not sure that's the kind of love you describe in a Romance Novel. I thought back to when my husband and I were first married, 29years ago. It's a little foggy. Was it love or lust. I think lust might just be a best seller. So if I set my keyboard on fire you'll all know it was a steamy scene.

You will probably notice that I have added a photo to my profile. I love this dress, it was one of my favorite designs. Pink wool crepe, pleated skirt and corded collar. Like the dollar store challenge Carmi dictates, our challenge was to use cording and not as a trim on the edge of our garment. I had hoped to be buried in this dress (might be too warm for where I'm going) but I don't think I can get into it anymore. I also cut my own hair, with a razor. Not bad eh!