First off, of course, Franklin's writing is a delight. I now crave that book. I may have the sequel, The Knitting and Crochet Book, but I'm pretty sure I've resisted this one ... so far.
Franklin's description is wonderful, but it reminds me that these books are more than just fairy tales (even if faries do appear). They're excellent instruction books. Franklin demonstrates what you can learn with a petticoat for his doll. It's perfect. It's beautiful. It reminds me that I have a sewing machine and yards upon yards of fabric languishing in various storage places in my house. There was a time that I sewed well enough to make my own prom dress -- and a three piece suit for myself.
It reminds me that I have a daughter who would love little more than to discover that she has a full wardrobe of garb to choose from the next time someone murmers the words "Renn Faire". I also have a daughter who will be out of school in less than a month.
I wonder. Could we learn to sew together this summer? (Not that I won't be busier than ever with classes, but I already know a lot of this stuff, so for me it would be a refresher course). Perhaps it's time to pick up that second book (which is actually the first).
Said daughter has a birthday coming up. ... This is the point where it gets really hard to resist deciding that what she wants is a sewing kit. I'm pretty sure what she wants is combat boots, and not a sewing kit.
I'll ponder this deliciousness a while longer, but first... Pathology awaits. I need to be able to identify which disease it is that comes with "a progressive degeneration of the brain, leading to memory loss, personality change, and eventually death"* and indicate whether massage is okay for someone who has it. We will not discuss that today, I feel like I have memory loss, and I fear a personality change is in the offing since I'm oddly attracted to the idea of applying lace edgings to tiny linen things. At least I know that this exam won't kill me.