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.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

The Big 4-0

This is not my age (sadly).

Today is Dearly Beloved's and my 40th wedding anniversary.

Dearly Beloved found a statistic that says that only 20% of all marriages last 40 years. I cannot decide if this means that we are super compatible or just too lazy to fight about anything important. Dearly Beloved says it's inertia, which may mean the same thing.

At any rate, we've made it this far, so we're going to try for another ten years.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

One Down

The first band is finally, finally, finally finished.


I would have gotten more done but I went down memory lane for awhile. I found a tote bag with several unfinished projects.  They were started in 1977. My gracious, how time flies when you're having fun.

Actually, I discovered that I did quite a good job with crewel embroidery back in the day, if I do say so myself. And I still like the projects in the bag. I believe I'm going to have to add them to the sooner-rather-than-later basket.

Besides, they're probably ready for prime time after aging for almost forty years.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Slow Stitching

I had hoped that, by the time I was able to post again, I would have this band completed.


Not so much.

It takes a long, long time to cross stitch over one. A long, long time.

I had thought I would have enough time before the workshop to have all five bands filled in. I still have about three weeks, so I could potentially do that. If I give up sleeping.  And all social activities. And what little housekeeping I do to avoid a visit from the health department. And quit my job, which would then mean I couldn't afford to go to the workshop in the first place.

Once again, I have to accept that I don't stitch nearly as fast as I think I can--or maybe I'm just slowing down with my increasing age and decrepitude.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Wandering off

I couldn't face another little purple flower Friday night.

So I added three strawberries to Sarah Williams instead.


On Saturday, I had agreed to go to Baby Girl's to help her pack for an upcoming move and to bring home a table that she wasn't using. Aside from enjoying Baby Girl's company, I have plans for that table, so I was glad to go.

I didn't want to take anything large to work on in the few minutes I knew I would have to stitch, so I grabbed the bag with Hands to Work, Hearts to God and threw it in my suitcase. This is the class I took from Jackie earlier this year and haven't been able to get back to.

When I say I would only have a few minutes to stitch, I was not kidding.  This is all I got accomplished.


Instead of stitching, I helped Baby Girl pack shoes. I am passing no judgements, really I'm not, but she lives way too close to a DSW.

And now I'm home and ready to stitch more little purple flowers.

Friday, June 10, 2016

Pretty Purple Posies

It's a really good thing that I like stitching these pretty flower motifs.


If I calculated correctly, and I'm pretty sure I did, I will have a total of 240 of these little flowers on the three floral bands for Behold Thy Beauty.

There will be 114 other floral motifs between them.

And there are two bands with words, lots of words, yet to be stitched.

I have done all the nun stitch that outlines each band. I'm not quite sure how that happened, other than  apparently I got into a rhythm and just kept going until they were done. I had quite a sense of accomplishment. Only at that point did I realize that all those bands then had to be filled.

And that's when my head exploded.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

The Big Kid

We are suspending our regularly scheduled stitching blog because The Big Kid turned 35 today.

Obviously I was only seven when he was born. That is beside the point.

I have adored this kid all of my maternal life, into which we were both delivered at 10:17 on a hot summer morning. He was a sweet and cuddly little kid, prone to flinging his arms around ones neck and squeezing tightly to express his love. He grew into a witty, articulate, and frequently snarky adult who masks the fact that he has a marshmallow interior.

He is a caregiver. He is sympathetic and empathic. He's a good husband and an excellent father.

He's a witty story-teller, so spending time with him is always entertaining. Like all mothers whose children live hours away, I wish our homes were closer to each other, but that makes the time we spend together all the more precious.

I'm glad he was my firstborn and experimental model. I'm thrilled he survived that role and has grown into the man he is today. And I wish him many, many more birthdays and a long and happy life.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Temptation

Verily I say unto you, my friends, I am being tempted.

Tempted, I say, to fall from the path of Diligence and Discipline.

Tempted to pursue other projects, leaving my prework bereft and alone.

Temptation has reared its ugly head, borne in the leather satchel of my local postal carrier.

Basically, the mail has been very good to me lately.

Today, this arrived:


Early Spring Lambs, a needle book and scissor fob, this year's project offered by Catherine Theron to guilds around the country, arrived today from the Swan Sampler Guild.  It was bittersweet to open the package as it will be the last one I'll receive from the Swans. They are disbanding. They have been very good to away-Swans, allowing us to participate in all of their projects, including their workshops, but the core group is tired. There is no one local to them willing to take on the many jobs needed to continue operating the guild. I will miss their newsletter and their projects.

Last week, another package arrived.


Lovely, lovely threads and braids in such beautiful, rich colors, the DNA for a project from Tricia Wilson Nguyen . . .this will eventually become A Peacock for A Casket.

Now I wasn't tempted when the kit arrived, because this is an online class, and it isn't supposed to start until June 1. As I write this, June 1 is tomorrow. Suddenly I'm tempted. The people who went on the Casket Tour had the chance to take the project as they travelled, so there have been finished peacocks popping up online, each with its own personality.

I may end up with a pair of peacocks if I am industrious. The stash also holds the peacock thimble holder that Margriet Hogue offered as an online class several years ago. It is very tempting--there's that temptation thing again--to pull that out and work it along with this.

But I am trying to be Diligent and Disciplined--so it's back to the Nun Stitch for me!

Who said I have no will power?