Dear Diary,
I suppose Max was a good little brother, but of course we siblings didn't spend that much time with each other. I spent more time with Mareena and that is all I will reflect on that for the moment. So when Maxwell finally agreed to get me my own shop, I was flabbergasted!
He purchased Uncle's shop down on Lorna, before some stranger could purchase it from out of the family. I am glad, it is a good solid building and had been grandfather's. It should have been mother's but, that is the way it goes. Mother always liked the shop, she spoke of it fondly and would frequent it just to breathe in the air.
I've moved out of house Vierge and into the apartment loft located above the shop floor. It isn't a huge apartment, there are but four rooms and the 'necessity' room, but it is mine. My workspace is downstairs, but upstairs is still littered with half done projects, threads, designs and I am pretty sure I just sat on a needle. They are sticking out of everything that has cushioning.
That reminds me, I need to buy some new needles. I seem to keep running out.
He also gifted to me this little book and I have decided to make a diary out of you. I will sew a custom cover for you tomorrow, perhaps with herlits and gims, and flowers all over! I have a beautiful scrap of silk that should be just perfect. I couldn't bring myself to discard it, too small for all but a tiny purse, but for a book cover it should work grandly! This will be fun.
It isn't decorated yet, since I just moved in last hand, but I will get around to that in due time. For now, I get to cook for myself, read by myself, and enjoy myself! I think I shall go have a bath.
Maxwell's silver thimble