Wednesday, December 29, 2010
NEW YEAR, NEW CAREER
From Janet Bolin -
The first of the Threadville Mysteries, Dire Threads, about Willow Vanderling's future adventures, will be available June 7. Meanwhile, here's what Willow has been doing:
From Willow -
I turned out my shop lights and went outside. Across the street, the Threadville shops had closed for the night, and the last customers were boarding a bus. The sign above the windshield said THREADVILLE TOUR.
In a few weeks, I would open my embroidery boutique, In Stitches. I hoped the Threadville tourists would like my shop and would buy sewing and embroidery machines from me. The manufacturers had treated me to fascinating seminars and training sessions where creating and stitching machine embroidery designs was more like play than work. Best of all, as new models came out, I’d be among the first to try them.
The bus rumbled away. Drawn to the beach at the foot of Lake Street, I started walking.
“Willow!” Buttoning her coat, Haylee dashed from her fabric store, The Stash, and joined me. We passed the other Threadville shops. Opal was tidying Tell A Yarn. Lights were bright inside Buttons and Bows, but I didn’t see Edna. Naomi was sitting at a sewing machine in Batty About Quilts.
Threadville had only a smattering of snow compared to the city I’d recently left. “I got out of New York just in time,” I said.
“We made the right choice. When are you coming over to The Stash to meet the Threadville tourists? They’re eager to learn about machine embroidery.”
“I’ve been stocking shelves all day every day.” I didn’t want to admit that I feared the Threadville tourists might not like In Stitches. I pointed at the coat Haylee had tailored for herself. “Besides, I haven’t yet embroidered enough outfits to be a walking advertisement for my shop like the rest of you Threadville proprietors.”
“You don’t have to go overboard like The Three Weird Mothers!”
Haylee’s real mother was Opal. She, Naomi, and Edna had raised Haylee together. The three women called themselves The Three Weird Sisters, and they liked Haylee’s nickname for them, but I still had to say, “Haylee, your mothers are a little quirky and adventurous”—especially in the clothing they created for themselves—“but not weird.”
“Those three! I have to pay attention, or they’ll goad each other into so much mischief I’ll have to rescue them.”
I teased, “So now you’re their mother?” Haylee was my best friend and I’d grown fond of her mothers.
They couldn’t possibly get me into too much mischief, could they?
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