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.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Fire and Ice

The mail carrier brought a surprise today.

(What am I saying--I knew it was going to show up at some point because I signed up for the class awhile back--I just didn't know when it would show up.)

Here are the supplies for Dorothy Lesher's "Fire and Ice."


There are lots of sparkly threads and beads and silks--all sorts of fun things.

For some reason, the people in this family are entranced by dragons, and both Baby Girl and I have several dragons designs in our respective stashes to stitch.

However, this is going to have to be a week-end project. Even with cyborg eyes, additional magnification, a white towel in my lap, and enough light to land a 747 (according to my late mother-in-law, the interior designer who preferred low, indirect lighting), I don't stitch well on black Congress Cloth in the evenings. Hopefully, we'll have enough sunny Saturdays so I can make progress.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

The Fidgets

I have been suffering from the fidgets all day. I have not been able to sit down and focus on anything, no matter what.

I got several more threads stitched into the sky on The Shepherdess before that lost my interest.


You will notice there is only a little bit more to do and the sky will be finished. Could I persevere? Nope!

I was in and out of the stash several times, looking to see what struck my fancy. Nothing grabbed me.

I sewed the linen to scroll bars so I could get the prework done for my next Salty Yarns excursion. And that was the extent of that.

My current book didn't hold my interest. There was nothing I wanted to watch on TV.  I went for two walks to see if that would get rid of the fidgets.

I even ironed Dearly Beloved's shirts for the week instead of waiting until the last minute to do one just before he had to put it on to go to work. They're all done. That's when he asked me if I felt OK.

I feel fine. I just have the fidgets. And I hope they go away soon.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

A Patch of Blue

Just a little blue sky--total of my stitching for today . . .


It was a gray, drizzly, chilly day and I slept late. I love sleeping late on gray, drizzly, chilly days. Usually I have to get up and go to work, so I took advantage.

Then we ran errands. all of which took longer than anticipated.

And then I came home and sorted laundry and just sort of puttered around. I had thought about working on Fair Maiden since I have replaced the Mylar I needed, but that seemed to require more brain cells than I had functioning this afternoon, so I did a little of this and a little of that and suddenly it was dinner time and cleaning up time and I hadn't threaded a needle all day.

So I threaded a needle (several times) and started the sky. And maybe I'll finish it tonight, or maybe I'll just be lazy.

I'm tending toward lazy.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Just a few stitches more . . .

I came home from work and thought I'd stitch for a little bit.

And then I thought I'd stitch for a few minutes more.

And five hours later, I have all the little bits and bobs in The Shepherdess finished.


There are some stitches here and there that I can't do until the sky and the rest of the lawn are stitched--that poor little sheep needs his fleece, for example--but everything else is done.

The plan is that I will work on those areas when I need to stitch but I'm too tired to do any serious thinking about stitching.  That is the plan. It is quite possible that I will hurl that plan to the four winds and keep on working until I have this finished.

Stay tuned and we'll both figure it out.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Pollen-Free Grass!

In what little time I had tonight to stitch, I planted trees and grass:


And this greenery doesn't make me sneeze or cough or itch!  My kind of gardening . . .

I really should be working on the prework for the  June class I'm taking from Betsy Morgan at Salty Yarns. I really should.  But I'm having too much fun on The Shepherdess to put her down.

I always do my best work under pressure.

Let's go with that.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Gobsmacked

I am totally gobsmacked, amazed, falling-over-in-a-heap.

We had a speaker at tonight's EGA meeting. Susan Edmonson is a designer, quilter, and mixed media artist, and her works simply took my breath away.

I wish I had her kind of brain.

Anyway, you can see her designs at susanedmonsondesigns.com. And then you can be gobsmacked, too.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

All the Way Home

I'm home again, soon to be back in the rut . . .

I had planned to sleep in this morning and wend a leisurely way home, but of course I woke up at the crack of dawn and could not go back to sleep. Believe me, I tried, I really did. I think Baby Girl was somewhat displeased that I was up and on my way out so early, but she was gracious about it.

Obviously since I wasn't home all week-end, there were household things that needed to be done.

I didn't do them.

I made the executive decision that I was still on vacation, so I plopped into the wing chair and stitched all afternoon.


The Shepherdess was the easiest thing to pull out of the bag, so that was the project I worked on. There is now a house floating in the air and the shepherdess has a bottom half. She also has either a naked sheep or a ghost sheep--the household is currently debating which it is.

I have some other bits and pieces to stitch before I start the grass, so the sheep will stay in its current state until the grass gets worked around him. I can't add his fleece until then.

Luckily the weather is getting warmer so he won't suffer from the cold. Dearly Beloved just said that ghosts don't feel the cold so it doesn't make any difference.

And he wonders why I didn't mind going off without him . . .