Carrying on with the Border of Endless Queen Stitches. They look quite pretty, once they're done. (Sigh!) The title of the previous post made me dig out The Serial Garden, wh. I had bought (without ever having read it myself) for the girls years ago on the recommendation of some list of quirky books for children -- Laura apparently wasn't interested at the time, and Julia, who I would have thought more likely to appreciate the sang froid with which the Armitage family, especially siblings Mark and Harriet, meet the surreal events that occur -- usually on Mondays, "but not always Mondays, and not only Mondays, or that would get a bit dull" -- read a few stories and put it down in favor of something else, and was never again tempted to pick it back up. I thought that the book had been weeded from the girls' shelf -- and I had read only the first couple of stories! -- having searched high and low for it to no avail. I was quite relieved to find just recently that it hadn't after all, and have been enjoying the rest of the stories very much over the past week or so. (I already had a fond memory of Aiken because of The Wolves of Willoughby Chase, which I now must dig out and re-read ....)