Tangled in Time
Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Dedication
- The Greenhouse
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- The Locket
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- A Prince
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Books by Kathryn Lasky
- About the Publisher
Cover
Dedication
For Fran Forman, who through her art breathes light and air
into my word dreams in this story
THE PHILADELPHIA POST
Fashion and Style
Fashion World Takes Note of Tween Philly Blogger
by Uta Bradford
“I’m tall for my age,” says middle school student Rose Ashley.
Indeed she is. At five feet, six and a half inches tall, the suburban sixth grader does appear somewhat older than her eleven years. But don’t let that fool you. Through years of scouring thrift stores—or “thrifting,” as she calls it—she has discovered fashion treasures that she adapts to her own style, which Rose describes as funk meets vintage. Thrifting, she is careful to note, is not yet an Olympic sport, but should be. “Much less expensive than all those gymnastic and ice-skating coaches.” She pulls out a boxy jacket she picked up for five dollars. “Christian Dior—so it had a few moth holes. I thought, you know, I can work around that.”
And she certainly can. A self-taught expert seamstress, she has yet to find anything she can’t fix or sew from scratch. Her mom, real estate agent Rosemary Ashley, bought her an electronic sewing machine that Rose calls the Millennium Falcon of sewing machines.
On her blog, Threads, she shares snappy observations on fashion, pop culture, and sewing. The site is peppered with photos of herself and her friends wearing some of her more outlandish getups. Rose’s following is building, with 20,000 readers each day.
The Greenhouse
Chapter 1
Bow Ties and Truth
Rose Ashley stood in the middle of the circle as the three girls spun around her. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to block out their jeering faces. The girls took turns picking apart Rose’s carefully composed outfit.
“What’s with the bow tie?”
“And the shirt! My little brother wears a shirt like that.”
“Are you a man or something?”
“Maybe a Cub Scout. The shirt has those flap pockets with the snap buttons. Any badges?” hooted the one with the little brother.
Rose cringed. Did this have something to do with her fashion blog? But she hadn’t posted anything in over a month. How would they have found out about Threads? Of course the article had come out in the Philadelphia newspaper, but who read that paper in Indianapolis? Oh! And she’d forgotten the YouTube thing. “How to Raid Your Mom’s Closet, or 75 Scarves She Never Wears and What to Do with Them.” That had led into a mess of crafty projects, including the bow ties.