A second book my mom forwarded to me, this one is of less sentimental interest to me. I'm not interested enough in playing with fabric to want to spend the time it takes to do batik. It strikes me as being too fiddly. (And don't bother pointing out the fiddly stuff that I do spend time on - I'm interested in it, so it doesn't seem fiddly. It's one of those things that makes each person's hobbies incomprehensible to others.)
I am interested in batik enough to want to read the book, though, before I'm positive that it will need to find a new home.
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