In my part of the world we say you are a fool if your passion for a pursuit overcomes all practical sense. I am a stitching fool, and I stitch foolishness.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Bees and Branches and Buds

I have been stitching every night this week for multiple hours each night (except for last night, when I went to an ANG meeting).

And this is all I have to show for it:

There are a few bees and a lot of little branches and a few buds. For the most part, they are all stitched over one thread.

And that means that it's slow.  Soooooooo slow. Slow, slow, slow.

Excruciatingly slow.

And there's another cartouche with even more branches and buds on the other side of the sampler.

I'm not thinking about that at the moment.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Flurry of Flowers

Half the flower sprays are stitched.

This is not all that happened this week-end. Baby Girl and I enjoyed an outing with the Piedmont Heritage Sampler Guild. We visited the Mordecai museum in Raleigh, where we viewed samplers that were stitched at the Mordecai school, operated by the father of the gentleman whose name is attached to the museum. Chris gave a wonderful report on the outing at PHSG's blog, so I will not recap.

I will mention that Baby Girl and I did not do lunch or stash enhancement. After missing a turn--twice--we decided to head back to her home for an afternoon of stitching. She was under-caffeinated and my wonky knees have been giving me problems, so we decided to get caffeine for her and an ice pack for me. I think for everyone's overall enjoyment, this was probably a very good idea.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

The birds and the bees

I don't have much to show for the last several days, but I did get several teeny tiny blackbirds stitched (over ONE!)  (with BLACK SILK!) on Morning Has Broken.

There are also a couple of bees buzzing about.

And I've started stitching the first of many, many sprays of flowers.  I think I'm going to enjoy this motif. That's a good thing. Did I mention that this spray of flowers is repeated around the sampler?  Many, many times? Many times.

So I should get to it.

Thursday, April 3, 2014


I'm committed now.

I put a date in the cartouche at the top of Morning Has Broken.  Now I have to get it finished in 2014, or I have to pick out cross stitch over one to change the date.

So I'm committed to finishing it.

Or I should be committed for committing.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

I sing the needle electric

(with apologies to both Walt Whitman and Ray Bradbury)

Apparently all I needed was sleep. A lot of sleep. Because I am stitching again--and then some.

As planned, I slept in yesterday. Then I staggered out of bed, did what absolutely had to be done around the house, and picked up Journey, mainly because it was sitting right by my chair and had a threaded needle attached to it. Once I started, I could not put it down until just now.

We are throwing together a big chef's salad for dinner, then I believe I will pick this back up and see just how much more I can get stitched before bedtime. This is going to be another hectic week, so I need to stitch while I can.

And while I feel like stitching.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Pitiful, just purely pitiful

March has not been a good month for needlework around here.

At this point, I had hoped to have the first band on Ellenor Wykcs and the third band on Anne Lawle stitched.

This is what I have:

 Pretty much what I had on Ellenor the last time she appeared on this blog.

All that I've done on Anne--and some of it has to come out.

I don't know if it's this ping pong winter--every time you think it's gone, it comes zooming back--or if I'm just working too many hours or if I've been distracted by other things, but somehow a needle hasn't been making it into my hand.  

I decided tonight that I was not going to worry about it. I have a feeling that when I pick that needle back up, it's going to be electrified.

Meanwhile, I did go over the finishing of the etui done my way at EGA last night. I think it was fairly successful. I think I confused only about half the people there.

And now I believe I'm going to take my book and go to bed. Today really should have been Friday.

Monday, March 24, 2014


I managed to get the upper left quadrant stitched, between last night and tonight.

Naturally, the minute I sat down to the frame last night, I saw the mistake, which Mary Agnes also immediately spotted.

You would think I would have noticed it at 11:47 p.m. last Friday night, when it totally puzzled  and confused me. The fact that I had been up since 6 a.m. has absolutely nothing to do with my fog.

Of course, the fact that I'm up at 6 a.m. every weekday morning probably has a lot to do with all of my fogginess. I do wish the world liked my internal clock, which Daylight Savings Time only messes up more. I would function better if I could go to bed at 1 a.m. and get up at 9. For some reason, it seems ever so much more civilized.