I’m beginning to remember why I stopped reading these books. Don’t get me wrong. I love them, but it gets so tedious at this point in the story. It’s all necessary bits, and done very well, which is why I struggle reading it. I’m trying to speed through. The one I was trying to finish in a day took me two.
In part, because of my boredom, and in part because of something else, I started a double stranded cotton project to become pocket holders for my marble stones. I’ve been trying to figure out the easiest way for me to tote my massage stones and tools around without hurting them. These endless rows of knit are unusually quite pleasing right now. Very easy to do while reading.
The other something was my new soapstone massage stones. My hands have been protesting a lot lately and I was looking for a tool that would lengthen my career some more. I think I found it. They are a delight in my hands and make the deep-tissue work I do a pleasure again. Their calming energy helps immensely.
Since these will go everywhere I go, they get their own pouch. I made it up quick, with an extra layer sewn into the base, and a small rectangle of cloth to keep them from chipping each other. So, once I finish this book and these projects, it’ll be back to writing.
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 