People who like audiobooks, it seems, have much the same taste in reading as people who read large print. They like a bit of crime. Whether, after a couple of years of immersion in this genre, I start a) writing crime fiction or b) killing the readers of crime fiction remains to be seen.
I signed myself and the Lattes up to Library Elf. This is going to save me a fortune in overdue book fees, and increase my karma no end by decreasing the number of times I come home to a blinking red light on the answerphone informing me that our records show that a library item is very overdue.
Really, I don't mind at all paying library fines. Without the library, we would be living in a tent with books for clothes. Libraries have saved me many hundreds of pounds. Right at this moment, scattered around the house you will find a CD of tango music, a DVD of an independent film, a book about sorting your life out, two satisfyingly massive thick novels, a selection of books about fairies and mermaids, an origami guide, a sewing book, three audiobooks and The Hairy Dieters cookbook. That's before we get into the strange array of unread books that Eldest - an enthusiastic reader when it comes to book blurbs, but little else - has brought home.
I couldn't possibly afford to live in such luxury without libraries. Every so long, I hang onto things a little too long and end up paying a tenner in fines. I'm not ashamed. I could have paid twice as much for The Liberty Book of Home Sewing alone, and it wasn't even good. I ordered it from the library for 60p and they saved it for me on a special shelf for a week with my name handwritten on a slip of paper.
And we've not even started on the fact that I can log Eldest into her library account come homework time and trust her to a range of safe and age-appropriate resources that I value far above Google.
Libraries, I understand, are partially evaluated through the number of issues - that is, the number of times you take things out. If you care for them at all, go get some damn books out and make a case for them. Libraries are under threat. Amazon pays bugger all tax. It is, as they say, a no-brainer.
Anyway. Enough of me shouting. I shall atone for my outburst with a quick blast of pretty. I made Littlest a bag.
I made it out of a Next Jeans duvet cover I bought from the Salvation Army shop for £2.99. It's huge. I predict that everything I make for a good few years will be made of denim.
I'm not taking credit for any of it. The owl is a free pattern from Craftsy. The bag pattern is from here. I did modify the pattern a little bit, replacing the inner lining pocket with an embroidered name tag, and putting a lined denim pocket instead on the outside, under the flap.
No flimsy inside pockets made of lining material for Littlest. She would just fill them with stones for her 'collection'.
The lining is Liberty lawn. Which, as you no doubt know already, I buy at a stupidly low price from a factory shop. I also get toilet roll from a factory shop, but you have to buy in bulk. Liberty lawn is considerably easier to store.
There will be no pictures of the bag I made for Eldest, because Eldest is too cool for home-made bags. Eldest has a polka-dotted item from TK Maxx, bought approximately 43 seconds after her grandparents handed her some holiday money. Who cares? I didn't want to make two, anyway.
No, not really. Not at all.