I’ve not sewed a single stitch since saturday, my sewing machine is getting its first annual maintenance and won’t be back until the end of this week. So, I have a plenty of time to catch up on my reading. A few months ago, Flossie posted a few books worth reading not necessarily for the literary content but more for craft immersion. One of the books that she recommended is The Blood of Flowers
I finished this book in three days, that’s how good it was. The story is about one woman struggle to fend for herself by making carpet after her father passes away. It is set against the backdrop of seventeenth century Isfahan. I like this book for its details on carpet/rug making, I was literally visualizing the beautiful design and how the design is drawn on a grid paper, how colors are chosen (the author goes as far as explaining how to pick the right colors for a project, the key is not to look at each color individually but to marry them harmoniously), and the bliss of knotting the carpet. I also enjoy the armchair travel to the beautiful Isfahan (maybe someday i get to visit). The outrageous thing portrayed in this book is quite predictable, women rely on marriage for financial stability.
I also immersed myself with life in Paris through Sweet Life in Paris by David Lebovitz. He is the former pastry chef at Chez Panisse (I had a very unforgettable dining experience at Chez Panisse when I lived in Berkeley, the food is so good and fresh)
With My Life in Paris by Julia Child you are getting the beautiful side of Paris, but with David Lebovitz you are getting the true color of Paris on top of the usual good food, good fashion etc. According to him, Parisians don’t like to queue and love cutting line, are terribly inefficient (it takes an hour to return a merchandise), serve bad coffee and love to strike but boy they love their artisanal everything (cheese, chocolate, wine, macaron you name it). There are a lot of laugh out loud moments and being a foreigner myself, I can symphatize with his experience in a foreign country. Quite a few reviewers don’t like his whiny side but to me he is just portraying Paris through his American’s lens.
In the meantime, I am chugging through Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. I don’t why it takes me forever to go through this book even though the book is intriguing. This is a story how Barbara and her entire family move from Arizona to Virginia or somewhere in Appalachian so that they can grow and raise their own food. Her premise is that we spend a lot more on transporting food than the actual cost of the food itself. Additionally, the food quality has gone down because food is grown more for durability than taste. I hope I can finish this book because I am sure I will learn a thing or two from it