Go for the road not taken.
Decide whether to fly into the mist (Tally-Ho--see him in the top left?) or outline carefully (Sally-Forth).
Penny Esseltine introduced me at the DIRE THREADS launch party. And we had a delicious "embroidered" cake!
At Brentwood on the Beach
Photo courtesy Joan Karstens
At the 2014 Blood Words
Our Books Have Legs
(A Fashion? Show)
And I have a hat!
Photo courtesy Jen J. Danna
With Belmont Public Library Mystery Book Club
Photo courtesy Dot Sale
I visited Joyce's Sewing Shop again, and look at the great display the ladies there set up, complete with a Welcome Back to Threadville tablecloth that goes with me to presentations.
At the Bony Blithe Bash, I read aloud from NIGHT OF THE LIVING THREAD. That first scene is a little spooky, which could explain my serious expression . . .
But they let us eat cake!
Yay, more cake!
At Joyce's Sewing Shop, surrounded by embroidery thread, embroidery software, quilts, cookies, fabrics,
and laughing women!
Photo courtesy Kelley Richardson
Observe, observe, observe...
At the Citizens Police Academy, and that's not my car,
and I wasn't driving it, either.
At the Woodstock Public Library
DIRE THREADS was nominated for the Agatha Award for best first novel.
Nominees l to r: Jabet Bolin, Kaye George, Rochelle Staab, Kari Lee Townsend. Missing from photo: Winner, Sarah J. Henry. Photo courtesy Daryl Wood Gerber
Tally-Ho and Sally-Forth illustrate writing tips:
Sniff out mysterious disappearances. (Who took my car?)
My first (and maybe my last)
full-length play--I was Vera Walters in
NANA'S NAUGHTY KNICKERS
And I have a flower-bedecked wig!
I was about seven, and for years (!), I'd been offering really helpful suggestions about the clothes my mother designed and sewed. Now I was going to make my own skirt.
At the fabric shop, I ran my fingers along each bolt of cloth, probably about sixteen times. My mother didn't mind. She was doing the same thing. Finally, after much indecision and heavy consultation, I chose a navy blue cotton broadcloth with a red pin stripe.
Back home, under my mother's close supervision, I cut out a couple of large rectangles and a strip for the waistband. Using my mother's old black Singer, I carefully stitched the rectangles into a tube, then gathered the tube to the waistband. I made a buttonhole and sewed on a big red button. We folded a deep hem, and my mother, whose ability to stitch a straight line was far superior to mine, sewed the hem with her machine. For the finishing touch, she showed me how to wind red embroidery floss under one machine stitch and over the next.
I had made my own skirt and embroidered it, too. I was hooked.
I also loved reading. I asked where books came from. People wrote them? Wow! I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up.
Whether I grew up or not is debatable, but now I'm writing books in which my main character solves crimes. She also embroiders the way I do now, with sewing and embroidery machines.
What could be better?
My acting debut--
in MURDER AT THE PIE AUCTION
And I have a bling-encrusted