Waiting on Wednesday/wip update
Sarah Miller's new book is almost here!!
"Olga, Tatiana, Maria, and Anastasia. Like the fingers on a hand -- first headstrong Olga; then Tatiana, the tallest; Maria the most hopeful for a ring; and Anastasia, the smallest. These are the daughters of Tsar Nicholas II, grand dutchesses living a life steeped in tradition and privilege. They are each on the brink of starting their own lives, at the mercy of royal matchmakers. The summer of 1914 is that precious last wink of time when they can still be sisters together -- sisters that link arms and laugh, sisters that share their dreams and worries, and flirt with the officers of their imperial yacht.But in a gunshot the future changes -- for these sisters and for Russia.
As World War I ignites across Europe, political unrest sweeps Russia. First dissent, then disorder, mutiny -- and revolution. For Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia, the end of their girlhood together is colliding with the end of more than they ever imagined.
At the same time hopeful and hopeless, naïve and wise, the voices of these sisters become a chorus singing the final song of Imperial Russia. Impeccably researched and utterly fascinating, this novel by acclaimed author Sarah Miller recounts the final days of Imperial Russia with lyricism, criticism and true compassion."
I thought Miss Spitfire was magnificent, and I cannot wait for this one! I am bracing myself for inevitable heartbreak, but am sure Miller's elegant and thoughtful prose will do this incredible story justice. Due June 1.
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On the needle front, I am making progress of the not-picture-worthy kind:
--I've finished the Old Mill piece I was stitching; it's in the bath right now and doesn't want its picture taken yet, but stay tuned for that.
--I have worked myself into a positive lather of excitement over the St. Catherine embroidery because I finally found a design that will work! More giddy details soon.
--I am frowning at the purple damask kirtle. The waist seam (that semi-important bit that connects bodice to skirt and makes it a dress) is giving me fits, so it's been placed in a corner (on my dress form) where I can scowl at it until it behaves. Eventually I will roll up my sleeves and beat it into submission. But not quite yet.
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And yes, that sound you hear is the tornado siren. Again.
"Olga, Tatiana, Maria, and Anastasia. Like the fingers on a hand -- first headstrong Olga; then Tatiana, the tallest; Maria the most hopeful for a ring; and Anastasia, the smallest. These are the daughters of Tsar Nicholas II, grand dutchesses living a life steeped in tradition and privilege. They are each on the brink of starting their own lives, at the mercy of royal matchmakers. The summer of 1914 is that precious last wink of time when they can still be sisters together -- sisters that link arms and laugh, sisters that share their dreams and worries, and flirt with the officers of their imperial yacht.But in a gunshot the future changes -- for these sisters and for Russia.
As World War I ignites across Europe, political unrest sweeps Russia. First dissent, then disorder, mutiny -- and revolution. For Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia, the end of their girlhood together is colliding with the end of more than they ever imagined.
At the same time hopeful and hopeless, naïve and wise, the voices of these sisters become a chorus singing the final song of Imperial Russia. Impeccably researched and utterly fascinating, this novel by acclaimed author Sarah Miller recounts the final days of Imperial Russia with lyricism, criticism and true compassion."
I thought Miss Spitfire was magnificent, and I cannot wait for this one! I am bracing myself for inevitable heartbreak, but am sure Miller's elegant and thoughtful prose will do this incredible story justice. Due June 1.
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On the needle front, I am making progress of the not-picture-worthy kind:
--I've finished the Old Mill piece I was stitching; it's in the bath right now and doesn't want its picture taken yet, but stay tuned for that.
--I have worked myself into a positive lather of excitement over the St. Catherine embroidery because I finally found a design that will work! More giddy details soon.
--I am frowning at the purple damask kirtle. The waist seam (that semi-important bit that connects bodice to skirt and makes it a dress) is giving me fits, so it's been placed in a corner (on my dress form) where I can scowl at it until it behaves. Eventually I will roll up my sleeves and beat it into submission. But not quite yet.
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And yes, that sound you hear is the tornado siren. Again.