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, November 12, 2018

Back from Williamsburg

We went, we saw, we want to go back.  (Actually, we are going back in three weeks.)

Dearly Beloved and I tottered around and periodically sat on a bench to recuperate and people-watch while The Flash, his parents, and Aunt Baby Girl roamed around us. I spent a lot of time at the Milliner's, Baby Girl spent time with the Weavers, Dearly Beloved was disappointed that the Cabinet Makers were not there on Saturday, and The Flash fired a cannon.

This is the only picture I got before my camera battery died.

This gentleman was demonstrating the processing of flax.

And after seeing how much waste there is, and how little product at the end of the processing--well, I now understand why my embroidery linen, especially the really good stuff, is so expensive.

Then we had to come home.

And it's raining again. And it's cold, And it was Monday all day.  Phooey.

Frances Burwell did get a few stitches--not many, because the hotel room we had was not at all designed for anything but lying flat on ones back and staring at the big screen TV.  It's a good thing we didn't have to spend much time there . . .

And, now that I'm home and back in the wing chair, I'm trying to decide what I want to do tonight. Frances is really close to a finish--but the finish-finishing directions for Merry's Sweet Little Blossoms were posted today.  I think I'll flip a coin.

Friday, November 9, 2018

A Happy Birthday

Despite pouring rains and wrecks hither, thither, and yon, we have finally made it to Williamsburg.

I should be facedown on the bed--but I couldn't let the day pass without this:

My father was born 101 years ago today. He's been gone for almost twenty years but I still think of him just about every day.

So, Happy Birthday to a Dear Man!

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Can't see the Forest for the Trees

Between laundry and packing--and why do you always have to do laundry before you can pack?--I have the last little tree and the branches on the strawberry tree stitched.

I would like to stitch some strawberries tonight, but I think it might be a good idea to pack Frances up so she can go to Williamsburg tomorrow.

I don't think the drawers in the textile gallery at the DeWitt Wallace are open on Saturdays so I won't get to visit the original Frances this time--but we're going back right after Thanksgiving and I'll be sure to see her while we're there.

And maybe I'll have this Frances finished by then.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

The problem . . .

The problem with going to a sampler guild meeting is that you come home and you want to do nothing but stitch.

But if you're a working stiff, you have to do things to be ready to go to work the next morning, and that means you don't have time to stitch.

Retiring is beginning to look better all the time.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Second Verse, Same as the First

I'm trudging through the motifs on the other side of the house on Frances Burwell.

You would think, having done this before, I'd be just zooming right through.  For some reason, though, doing the exact same thing is booooooooring.

And when I have to force myself to stitch on something, it's time to dig into the basket again.

Frances is going to sampler guild with me tomorrow night, and she's also traveling to Williamsburg this week-end. After all, the original Frances lives in Colonial Williamsburg's textile collection. So she isn't being totally neglected.

We're just taking a little time off tonight.

Monday, November 5, 2018

More glorious threads

I bought more threads.

They came today.

I have some metal threads, some limited edition colors in Facette Gimp, a really neat metal and silk trim piece--all for my casket.

One thing I'm finding is I need different textures for some of the design. And I, who am not all that fond of green (maybe because when I wear green, I look like my liver died), need many different shades and textures of green thread to get the effect I want for hills and dales and trees and leaves.

And I think I'm going to need more.

And I also think I'm going to have to change some of the plans for my castle, which will be on the back panel of the casket. I was planning to have a shining white and grey stone castle, but apparently there are few shades of gray and white in the historical embroideries. So . . . I need to decide just how gleaming my castle on the hill is going to be.

Back to the drawing board.

Sunday, November 4, 2018


When I went to bed last night, I was planning to stitch all day. I figured after a day of dusting and vacuuming and sorting and hauling, I needed a day with a needle in my hand.

But then I needed a new needle--I've managed to kill another needle with my acidic touch--so I started digging in the basket by my chair for my needlebook. And project bags started piling up. And I started wondering just what all I had in the basket. And the next thing I knew, I had things strewn all over the living room.

Believe it or not, this is the reorganized basket.

I have about half a dozen projects that either need to be assembled or require only few days of stitching to complete. Those are now on the top, so I can move to them as soon as Frances Burwell is finished.

I wish I could say Frances will be finished this week--but I'm working late Monday and Tuesday so I can get my desk cleared early in the week. I have sampler guild on Wednesday, an appointment with the dentist on Thursday, and then we're planning to leave at noon on Friday to drive to Williamsburg for a family week-end with The Flash and his parents.

So this is going to be one of those stolen moments weeks, when I grab a minute here or there, whenever possible, to stitch. Let's see how much I can get done.