juliet

Mirrored from Twisting Vines.

I have a stack of old T-shirts in my fabric box waiting to be turned into baby shirts (ones that are no longer fit for adult use but have enough good fabric in them to be worth chopping up), and this week made my first attempt, with an old Belle and Sebastian shirt. Lots of pictures after the cut.

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katstevens.

It's sold as a morality tale, but the introduction reckons this was probably an excuse to justify people reading a novel about crime and immorality. Moll was born in prison, and begins her life of "whoring" (she's never actually a prostitute in the sense we'd understand it, although she is occasionally a kept woman and certainly has plenty of relationships outside of legal marriage) when talked into bed by one of the sons of the household she's brought up in. Who later ditches her when the younger brother proposes. Eventually she winds up widowed and without an income, so starts looking for a chap to keep her.

She spends the rest of the book going through assorted men, with a fair level of lying, cheating, and thievery along the way, and two trips to America (one via transportation). She's remarkably cheerful and very hard-headed about the whole thing, despite falling in love a couple of times - and at pains to point out the limited options available to a woman as she gets older, if she hasn't a man to look after her. Although she does "repent" at the end (though it's not entirely convincing...)

The whole thing is splendid fun, especially Moll's accounts of her very successful career as a thief. Also lots of capitalisation and random italics! Thoroughly recommended.

Also last night I made a brand new candle (from stuff Marna gave me for Xmas), and then turned two old & no longer burning candles into a remixed candle (as it were) - also on the 101 things list. It seems to have worked, though I have to leave them for 24 hrs before attempting to burn them. Hurrah! This is good as I really hate wasting all that perfectly good wax that you get around the edge of candles when the wick's dead.