Ascendance of a Bookworm

Just a few days before lunch from the day I left a message at the gate, my mother completed the hard-working Tulli sundress.

Basically, it's a piece of silhouette production. Decorative embroidery is somewhat simple on the edges of the collar, sleeves and hem, with a wide range of sashes in blue, adding a cool touch of colour.

Cute things are cute, but I feel like I'm a little short. Is it a harm that in 753, Japan, children have seen advertisements for studios shooting in kimonos, dresses, and colorful costumes that look good?

"What do you say, Mine? Pretty?"

Anyway, if you make it a little more flickering or more decorations, you'd be cuter......

Though I thought so in my heart, my mother is full of confidence, and Touri seems happy, so I guess this is good enough.

Unlike self-satisfied photography, it's what you wear to the temple, and you may not be too flashy. I don't know the common sense here. I don't think I should talk about making clothes.

But I found a good part to mouth.

That's hair.

It's getting glossy with care, but Touri's hair is always just one threesome at the back. If you want to change your hairstyle to a baptismal ceremony, how about something as elaborate as a hair decoration?

But to do anything, you can't act without knowing the standards here. Because I don't remember anything about the Baptism ceremony in the memory of the young Mine.

"Touri, you're adorable!... but what do you do with your hair? Is this what you're supposed to do at the christening?

"Are you going to stay like this?

... Touri, you can't do that. Because of this, let's get a little more fashionable.

I accidentally dropped out with Kakun, but I decided to get back on my mind and keep asking questions. Because the hairstyle doesn't have to change, but the decorations may have something in mind.

"Uh, so, what about hair decorations? You gonna put something on it?

"Right. It's summer, and should I pick some flowers somewhere?

"Well, no! They're cute clothes!

You're definitely going to pick it right around there somewhere, that tone!

Don't you know the word total coordination!?... Oh, you don't know, naturally.

Seems NG to get your hair up in a kid's hairstyle here, but it could be as braided, or hair decorations, if not, you can make it.

Lace knitting will make me. Because we still have time before summer.

"I will! Let me do it, Touri. Because I'll make you absolutely adorable."

Shortly after I declared that, I realized that there was no needle for lace knitting. My mother has the needle for the yarn, but I can't knit the lace with that thickness.

Duh, what do we do!?

My father is the only one in the family who seems to be able to make things that look like tools. My father, in fact, was also the one who scraped it smoothly so that it was easy to use the bamboo he had made for Thuri, and greased it and fixed it.

I inquired of my father's mood on the sidelines.

My father is still in a bad mood, even though Otto told me he had only a few days to teach me letters at the gate. I don't think I can fix my mood because I don't mind being in a bad mood.

Honestly, Father, this is where I will grow up for you. If you read the air you're going to want, and give my father a little sweetness, you'll fix my father's mood, and I'll get a needle, and I'm two birds with one stone.

"Father, Father"

"What?

"Dad's pretty clever, isn't he? You're the father who made the Touri doll, aren't you?

"As, well, yes. Cohon! Oh, my God, you want a doll, too, Mine?

With a stern face claiming to be angry, you look at me like I was expecting something, and my father looks at me with a flicker, and he listens.

"Yeah. I need a needle."

"Needle? The one your mother uses to knit? You can borrow it, can't you?

The moment I answered, my father's face became a very disappointing face. Just a little bit more, and I have so many pitiful emotions that I want it fixed.

It's not a good parental attitude to wave and try to get rid of me all the time saying, "Go away now." At least let's hear it till the end.

"I want a thinner one in the shape of that needle. Because I use it to knit yarn, not yarn.... Dad, I think it's very difficult to make a thin needle, but can you make it?

With a slightly moistened upper hand, staring, I try to put my hands together in front of my chest and pose as cute as I can.

I don't know if Japanese two-dimensional cuteness works in this world, but my daughter's cuteness toward the pro-food is common all over the world...... I wish.

My cuteness came through, and my father stroked his insensitive beard, and I thought, um.

"... a tree would be fine, right?

"Yeah! Can you?

"Let's try it"

Seems to have inspired my father's pride a little bit, and quickly my father brought in some sort of knife and tree from the storeroom and began to sharpen it.

My father's work with knives is fast. If the narrow branches were shredded, the skin quickly disappeared and only the hard material in the centre became.

After that, I carefully scrape the tree at hand, looking at the scratch needle for the wool yarn that serves as an example.

"This thickness with yarn means this much for yarn?

"Uh-huh, can you narrow it down a little bit?

"Is that about it?

"That's about it!

Once the thickness is determined, change it to another knife and make and fix the needle tip of the needle. I don't even call it craftsmanship, but it's something I can't do, so I praise my father honestly.

"Nice, Dad! I'm already in shape. And then again, it would be very helpful if you polished it so that the yarn wouldn't catch on to this, and smoothed it with oil."

"Leave it to me."

My daughter praised me for restoring my confidence as a father, and my father began to brush his fine needle in an upbeat mood.

Pfft, as calculated.

Unlike me with a black laugh, Touri smiles innocently like an angel.

"Mine, you're kind of in a better mood for your father. Good."

"Yeah, yeah, good for you"

I'm not saying I was the cause of the grump.

I have trouble getting in the mood, and I wouldn't dare say I left it without reading the air.

I'm a young girl, so I don't know why I'm in a bad mood.

Since my father was working so hard to polish me, I began to fish for yarn so that I could use the finished needle immediately.

I still have a little extra yarn plenty prepared to make Thuri sundry. The white used to weave the cloth, or the yarn produced, would have other uses.

However, the colorful yarns used for edge decorations and sashes remain only halfway in length to weave the cloth. I don't think it's that useful.

"Mother, I need a thread with this color on it."

"What do you do?

Apparently she didn't think I wanted yarn. After my mother rounded her eyes, she frowned suspiciously.

"Trying to 'lace knit'"

"Huh?"

"Make Touri's hair decorations."

Reino's mother did not just round the ad and create the cage, but fell into various handicrafts one after the other. It was a big favor, but Reino managed to get her to have a hobby other than a book, and my mother involved Reino in every boom. In other words, Reino also has a long history of "okan art".

In fact, of the many "okan art" experiences, the finished work was relatively useful in lace knitting. As long as I have the tools, I am confident in creating hair decorations with lace knitting. Reino's life is over once, but he doesn't know what the hell will help him.

But my mother, who could not have known life as Reino, showed difficulty in giving me yarn. I'm sure you think it's a waste because if you give it to me, it's often wasted.

"You only use hair decorations at baptism, right? It would be a shame to use all that yarn for a little decoration. Flowers aren't enough for hair decorations. Even if you don't make it any cuter, Thuri is a cute thing"

"If you can be any cuter, you can. Pretty is justice!

When I grabbed my fist and insisted, my mother sighed for some reason and turned her back just to say that the story was over.

In a hurry, grab my mother's skirt.

"Hey, Mom. The extra yarn here is fine, just give it to me. Because my father makes it for me, I want to use a needle. I can do it in a little while. Please."

The needle will be wasted, and I'll turn my gaze to my father for help.

Whether the Father read the meaning of my gaze, hated that the needle in his own hand would be wasted, or feared that my respect for the Father would disappear, he joined me.

"Mine is rarely interested in sewing, so why don't you do about the extra thread?

"... right"

My mother, who had been thinking about it for a while, gave me a few threads long enough to have trouble using them with such expressions as reluctance.

"Yay! Thank you, Mother. Dad, I love it."

And it came to pass, when I was long live, that I rejoiced in the great glory, that my father scowled. There is so much force in my hand to brush the needle, my nose is rough, and I'm gnarly. Blah, it's a little disgusting.

Looks like you're in a good mood, a little creepy, and you can just leave it in the future, right?

My father's hot and painful affection got me a needle, so I start lace knitting quickly. Make lots of little flowers.

Chima chima chima chima...

Lace knitting is just like papyrus knitting, which failed last time, and it takes guts. Having said that, the flowers I have begun to make are small flowers, so in 15 minutes, one can be done.

And I rolled the cologne and the yellow flowers upon the table, and took them to the next flower. As impressed with the lace flowers that Thuri was able to do, he stared with a shiver and then tilted his neck.

"Isn't it a little too small?

"Make it a little flower garnish."

"Hmm."

If you turn it into a big flower, you get tired and bothered before it's done, right?

Keep the real thing in your heart.

Touri's hair decoration had to be completed more than a big slap, so I decided on a design that would put the little flowers together so that I could get tired of it along the way.

In fact, when Reino was there, he didn't like the big designs and stopped them along the way. Hazards should only be eliminated.

"I also thought about the lace ribbon, you can't tie it without some length, and you might lose that color thread along the way, right? So I'm making a bunch of little flowers."

"Mine, you're thinking about it."

"That's right! It's for Touri."

You've thought a lot about finishing it when you get tired of it, or if you run out of yarn, just make a new flower out of yarn of another color, because you make it a hair decoration that feels like putting together what you've done at the end, and the yarn won't be wasted.

Chima chima chima chima...

I felt my gaze when some flowers were finished, and I looked up. He was peeking into my hand as my mother was intrigued.

My mother is a good seamstress who is said to be beautiful around here. I guess this kind of handiwork bothers me. He stares at the finished flower rolling slightly flat in his hand.

"... that's not so hard"

"My mother's used to knitting yarns, so if she only remembers a few patterns, I think she can make them better, right? Want to try?

When I gave him the needle, my mother began to make it easy as she looked at the flower. Occasionally, I can do one in no time, just roll the little flowers at my fingertips and check the mesh.

Wow, that's a sewing beauty. If you look at knitting, do you know how to knit? Tough and taught, it's very different from me I remember reluctantly.

"Wow, Mom."

"Mine is more amazing knowing how to knit like this. Sometimes I knit mufflers and sweaters, but I never thought I'd make a decoration like this"

In this world where you can't afford to look out for ornaments just to live in, and since no one has made them, it's possible that you've never seen lace knitting itself in the first place.

I grew up in the natural world with ornaments attached to my clothes, so I know, but even these little ornaments seem heterogeneous in this world.

"So, Mine. How do you decorate your head with these flowers you made a lot of?

I explain as plainly as possible to my mother, who seems unable to think of the finished product from the flowers rolling on the table.

"Um, I can make small circles out of these pieces and sew them up one at a time. Then it'll be like a bouquet of flowers, right? Guru that to 'pin'...... and 'pin'!?

Blood caught my temper all at once as I explained myself. My mother freaks out, surprised at me for inadvertently raising her voice like a scream.

"Mine, suddenly what is it!?

"... what do we do, we don't have a 'pin', do we?

Oh, my God! There's no pin in this world. At least, I've never seen it in this house. Plus, there's no hair rubber. What can I do with the decorations I made because of it, in a world where I tie it with strings!?

"And, and my father!

Leaving my father alone stopped immediately and went into a naughty position. It's hard to explain just by mouth, so I'll hold the tablet and try not to paint it.

"I want one pointy tip like mine, the other side a little flat like this, and a small perforated shorter one, but I can make it!?

"Well, this is easier than a needle"

"Really!? Dad, wow! I respect you the most ever!

I was thrilled. When I hugged him with great service, my father whined small, "Whoa, you won," he said. Apparently, he was still sticking with Otto.

In a good mood, my father made a shorter jar, so I sewed a lace mini bouquet into the jar hole, feeling like I could sew a button together.

"Yeah, done! Thuri, come clean, sit here."

Tulli, dressed in summer sunshine, sits in the chair closest to her. And I moved my chair behind Tulli, and stood on the chair when I took off my shoes.

Unbraid the three knittings of the tooli, add the knitting, and braid from both sides. Touri's hair is a fluffy temper, so if you turn it into a braided half-up, it will have a glamorous atmosphere to keep an eye on.

On a crude string tied tightly at the tip of the braid, he gently stabbed the jaw to prevent it from falling. Small yellow, blue and white flowers often appear in Thuri's blue-green hair.

"Yeah, cute!

"Well, really! You're so cute, Touri."

"Mine has clever hands. You don't have the strength, but you might be able to find a job that uses your fingertips.

Touri, who was laughing at the words of her family, turned that way, turned this way, touched her hair and decorations, but after a while, she swelled her cheeks softly.

"Mine, if it's decorated behind you, you don't see it from me at all, do you?

"That's true... but you have no choice."

"But I need to know what it's like."

I don't have a mirror in this house, so I can't even show you what it's like.

I've been wondering what to do for a while, but Touri looks so unhappy that I pulled out the mini bouquet and inserted it beside my own.

"It's going to be like this. What do you say?"

Look at the ornaments inserted in my hair and Thuri cheers.

"Wow, cute! Wow! Hey, Mom. Is this what my hair looks like?

"Mine tied my hair nicely, and the color of this yarn goes with Touri, so Touri would look better on you."

"Oh. Yes, it is. Ugh..."

Touri dyed her cheeks bright red and smiled so delightfully that she gently removed the ornament from my hair.

"Thanks, guys. I'm so happy."

Spring to date. A total coordination of Thuri's sunny clothes was completed. This will definitely get Touri the most attention at the summer baptism ceremony.

And my mother seemed to have gotten into lace knitting, and when I noticed the needle my father had made for me, it was in my mother's sewing box.

... Well, fine.