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.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Temporary Hiatus

You won't have to listen to any whining this week. My Mac turned into a brick this morning (right after doing an update . . . hmmmmm) and I won't be able to post until we see the Genius at the Genius Bar next Saturday.

I came into the office to clear out my emails so my personal inbox won't explode before we know the prognosis, so this has to be quick--and no progress pictures of the fence (which pulled me in to the point I was up until one a.m. this morning working on it).

So have a good week. I suppose if I'm not getting sucked away into the innerwebs, I'll have more time to stitch.

Friday, January 12, 2018

A Very Fine House

Mary Otter can move in.

This lovely manor house has an expansive lawn, surrounded by an elegant fence with a magnificent gate. There is also a large field where a critter resides.

And it's all stitched over one. Solidly stitched over one.

I could go back and put in the border and there are some funky trees and a fine carriage-and-pair, but I'm afraid if I don't make myself get the boring part done, it will be hard to motivate myself later. So I've decided to stitch in the fence so I'll know where things start and stop without constant counting, and then I'm going to do the miles and miles of tent stitch.

There may be some unpleasant whining.

Who am I kidding. There will be some unpleasant whining.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Still Under Construction

Despite valiant efforts, Mary Otter's house still isn't ready to move into.

So close--yet so much more mortar to mix . . .

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Windows and Door

Mary Otter's house finally has window frames and the beginning of a door.

Quite frankly, I had planned to have the house finished by now. . . but even with the furnace running non-stop (and I have a feeling my stitching budget is going to go for heating costs this month), there have been evenings when my fingers were just too cold to stitch.

We've been luckier than most places in that we've had no precipitation and the temps haven't dropped into the negatives. They have dropped into single digits, though, breaking a 100-year-old record, and for this child of the Carolinas, that's just too cold.

The Canada geese have been standing on the ice in the local pond looking confused. ("Wait, isn't this what we migrated to get away from?")  Actually, Dearly Beloved and I have decided that this very cold snap might be a good thing if it encourages the huge Canada Goose population to take their poop-producing proclivities elsewhere for future winters.

They are beautiful birds, but they are quite unpleasant in both temperament and habits.

We're supposed to get back to normal winter temperatures next week and I'm looking forward to some balmy 50-degree days.

And warm fingers.

Monday, January 1, 2018

Happy New Year!

I did stay up until midnight! Actually, there was a Thin Man Marathon on TCM, and I do love William Powell and Myrna Loy, separately or together.

And I made a momentous decision last night.

This year, I have made resolutions.

I know, I know, they last about 20 seconds. But since these involved working with my needle, I may be able to keep them.

For the last few years, I've resolved to stitch whatever I felt like whenever I felt like it and that's what I've done. But as I've been thinking about the past year, I've realized I'm not getting the projects finished that bring me the greatest joy. It's been a hit-or-miss proposition--I give things a day or two, then I pick up and put down something else. After getting my Medicare card a few weeks ago, I've also realized that I don't have another 40 years to do needlework ahead of me, so I better hitch up the Granny panties and accomplish some goals.

Herewith are the 2018 resolutions:

  • Get Mary Otter finished
  • However, to give myself a break once in a while, I can take Sundays off to do a different project, just for a change of scenery and something a little different to blog about.
  • Once Mary Otter is finished, figure out a rotation system that will work for me and stick to it
  • However, there will be an exception to the rotation. When I take a workshop or class, I hereby give myself permission to continue working on the class project once I'm home from the workshop.  I've done this maybe half a dozen times in the last twenty years, and I've always been happy that I did. Of all the wonderful workshops I've taken in the last year, only one is done. This has to end.
Notice that I don't have a list of specific projects. That will come later, after Mary Otter has her last stitch. I've started jotting down the things I'd like to do, like Amy Mitten's Casket Toys, and Frances Burwell, and the mirror surround from the Casket of Curiosities class as well as starting on my double casket--but those are just ideas and not set in stone.

Anyway, instead of a new New Year's start, I'm going to plop myself in the wing chair and lay some more bricks on Mary Otter.

This is where she is at the moment. With any luck, I'll have a couple more rows of bricks worked in before I have to get back into the night-before-a-work-day routine.

And, in closing, I hope you all are having a lovely day with needle in hand. And I'm happy to see so many lapsed bloggers writing again.  I've missed reading so many blogs in the last year, and I'm glad to see their owners writing again.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

New Year's Eve

I'm posting now because I may not be up at midnight for the ceremonial dumping of the ort jar:

That thick layer of white was caused by the threads withdrawn when I was working on Isabella earlier in the year. It took me a minute to remember that I had dumped those threads in the ort jar.

As for stitching in the last couple of days--I've laid a few bricks on Mary Otter and thought about projects for the New Year--but Dearly Beloved and I spent time yesterday undecorating the Christmas tree and removing it from the premises, then vacuuming--and vacuuming--and vacuuming up the needles the tree left behind. There are still needles popping up in areas that we both know one or the other of us went over--and went over--and went over.

Today we finished undecking the halls and I puttered. I got all the Christmas boxes back in the closet.  I did some cooking for the week ahead. I talked to Baby Girl (twice), The Big Kid, The Flash, and Mother.  I folded up some laundry and got that stowed. I read the newspaper and spent time online. I read the new issue of Victoria.

I also shivered. It's COLD. It's not negative digit cold, but for the sunny South, it's nippy.

Now I think I'm going to go boil myself in the shower and get into my nightgown and robe, then curl up in the wing chair with a blanket--which I may well throw into the dryer to warm it up before I wrap up in it--and say farewell to 2017. I have to say, I'm glad to see this one leave. And I'm looking forward to the new year--I love the idea of a fresh start!

Friday, December 29, 2017

Stay-cation, Day 7

Oh, the days of my stay-cation are dwindling down . . .

But I made up my mind on the spangles. I decided to add some randomly around the flower.

The original design had about three times as many spangles as I used, which is historically accurate. Since I am not a pre-teen living in the 17th century and don't feel the need for an over-the-top presentation--either because of being a pre-teen or living in the 17th century--I went with accents.

Alas, the opening in the candle screen was too small, so I'm back to framing or ornamentifying. I'm leaning toward framing.  This is subject to change.

And working on Mary Otter in the evenings has resulted in a second floor that is almost complete.

I really didn't think I'd get the whole flower done as quickly as I did, so I hadn't decided what to do next while stay-cationing. I may lay a few more bricks on Mary Otter while I'm thinking about it.

Or something may pop up and demand attention.