In Which My Feet Continue a Little Sore
The weekend was the big vintage sale run by a charity I volunteer for. It takes up several rooms, is the big earner for the year, and is still called, by old hands, 'the linen sale'.
Quite busy in the morning, calmed down in the afternoon. Only slightly overran my personal budget. It was a really nice hat, okay? And the embroidery kits were cute. And... Um.
A lot of ladies were wearing some really beautiful ornamented white blouses. I was the only one in period dress this year, but the 1920s afternoon-tea dress went down a treat. Very comfy, too.
What I'm Reading:
Wheel of the Infinite by Martha Wells.
The first chapter has the heroine, a semi-lapsed religious, trudging down the road in the rain with a caravan of travelling players and regretting her grey hairs. She cuts down to the riverbank to pick up some medicinal herbs, stumbles upon a den of bandits, and through guile, bravado, some judicious head-banging, and a slightly dodgy divine invocation sends them off into the storm, rescuing some guy while she's at it.
Chapter 2 has an evil self-motivated puppet.
You won't be able to pry this book from my cold, dead fingers.
It's non-European fantasy, and the visual flavours are interesting. The setting is developed enough that different kinds of theatre, and who likes what kind, and who laughs at the jokes,are apparent, for example. I... think Wells is informing her setting from a real-world culture, though I'm a bit clueless and can't pick which.
In any case, I'm looking forward to the rest of the book. Grumpy-but-kind badasses are kind of my thing.
EDIT: Not even an important evil self-motivated puppet. More of a Crap, that thing got out, quick get it off stage before the audience notice, argh it bit me kind of an evil self-motivated puppet.
Quite busy in the morning, calmed down in the afternoon. Only slightly overran my personal budget. It was a really nice hat, okay? And the embroidery kits were cute. And... Um.
A lot of ladies were wearing some really beautiful ornamented white blouses. I was the only one in period dress this year, but the 1920s afternoon-tea dress went down a treat. Very comfy, too.
What I'm Reading:
Wheel of the Infinite by Martha Wells.
The first chapter has the heroine, a semi-lapsed religious, trudging down the road in the rain with a caravan of travelling players and regretting her grey hairs. She cuts down to the riverbank to pick up some medicinal herbs, stumbles upon a den of bandits, and through guile, bravado, some judicious head-banging, and a slightly dodgy divine invocation sends them off into the storm, rescuing some guy while she's at it.
Chapter 2 has an evil self-motivated puppet.
You won't be able to pry this book from my cold, dead fingers.
It's non-European fantasy, and the visual flavours are interesting. The setting is developed enough that different kinds of theatre, and who likes what kind, and who laughs at the jokes,are apparent, for example. I... think Wells is informing her setting from a real-world culture, though I'm a bit clueless and can't pick which.
In any case, I'm looking forward to the rest of the book. Grumpy-but-kind badasses are kind of my thing.
EDIT: Not even an important evil self-motivated puppet. More of a Crap, that thing got out, quick get it off stage before the audience notice, argh it bit me kind of an evil self-motivated puppet.