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, July 20, 2017

Crankypants

Since last I wrote:

  • I broke a filling eating a frozen fruit bar.
  • I threw out my back standing at the ironing board for too long
  • The back problem precipitated an attack of sciatica
  • I re-injured my almost healed Achilles tendon
I'm beginning to feel that all I do is spackle and patch my decrepit body.

I can already hear somebody asking how you can throw your back out standing at an ironing board. I have some age-related (there's that decrepit and aged thing again) deterioration of the discs in my lower back.

Actually, the doctor called it a degenerative disorder--but that sounds as if my back were doing something bawdy and naughty. I wish. Nope, it has to do primarily with age.

Anyway, I was fiddling with finish-finishing a silly little thing and the directions said to finger press the seam. Apparently my fingers are too cold to finger press anything because the seam was not staying where it was supposed to. So I decided to threaten it with a hot iron. It's a very fiddly little bit of nonsense and I fiddled and bent over and fiddled and bent over and finally my back announced that it was tired of being placed in such a position for so long and I got stuck. And it hurt to straighten up. And when I stretched to try to get the kinks out, something popped. And that was that.

Dearly Beloved said that I am the only person he has ever known who could injure herself trying to iron something. I asked him why he thought I keep saying that housework, done properly, can kill you. He said that I wasn't doing housework, I was doing needlework. Apparently the look I gave him was enough for him to decide to take a stroll around the neighborhood for a few minutes.

So my finish-finishing has not been touched. The only thing I've managed to accomplish this week is trimming, pinning, and basting the hem on Isabelle so she is ready to be hem-stitched.


I probably won't get this hem-stitched this week-end. We are heading to the mountains to visit The Flash and his parental units.

Right when I need to be in fighting trim.

Sigh . . . 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Deadly Dull and Boring (me, not the needlework)

Several times I've sat down to write a blog post this week--and nothing has come to mind to write about.

I attribute this to the heat.

It is hot. We're finally getting Real Summer with temps in the 90's and the heat index over 100.  And then there's the humidity. When you dare to go outside, the air feels like warm molasses, thick, soupy, and sticky.

Add to that, I've had one of those weeks when I wake up in the middle of the night and stare at the ceiling for a couple of hours before dozing off again.  This does not promote rational thinking, much less witty writing.

I have done a little stitching. Very little, but at least something has been done around here.


I was rummaging around in the Big Tote of Small Projects, looking for something else entirely, when this popped up. It's called Autumn Splendor, and it's one of Jackie du Plessis' small project kits. It may be wishful thinking, hoping for crisp fall days, but it appealed to me immediately, so that's what I've been stitching on.  It has been lovely and relaxing to work on and small enough to feel a sense of accomplishment.

And it may be all I accomplish until the temps start to drop.

And, yes, we do have AC and fans--but there is a point at which the world just feels stuffy, no matter how low you set the thermostat and how high you set the fans.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Baby Steps

After yesterday's disasters, I was almost afraid to thread a needle.

Apparently, I can still cross stitch over both one and two threads.


I can also back stitch.


I thought about doing some finish-finishing, but I think this is complicated enough for today. No use tempting fate.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Sidetracked, then off the rails

Yesterday I decided to do my usual Saturday domestic diva chores, which would then give me another two days for uninterrupted stitching.

I had some time last evening after finishing the last bit of spit-and-polishing I was going to do, and I picked up another of the small strawberry pieces from Barbara Jackson.

And finished the stitching:


This may be the last thing I ever stitch.

Today, I have just about decided to sell my stash, turn in my needles, and take up parasailing instead of needlework.

Everything I have touched has been a disaster.

I was going to work on the casket toy.  Detached buttonhole is one of the those stitches that I can generally do with my eyes closed. Today I couldn't do one with both eyes open, with additional magnification, in broad daylight.

So I decided to thread up my sewing machine and do a wee bit of finishing. The less said about that experience the better. The sewing machine is among the things I was thinking of selling.

I usually have very good luck stitching samplers, so I pulled Frances Burwell out of her pillowcase. I miscounted within the first four stitches. So all that I did had to be ripped out.

I was stomping around, flinging invective (which was safer than flinging other things)--Dearly Beloved suggested that perhaps it would be a good idea to do something else before I made decisions I would rue.

So tonight I am going to leaf through a few of the magazines that have accumulated beside my chair.

None of them will have any needlework in them.

Friday, July 7, 2017

seeing quadruple

Yesterday I spent my stitching time setting up the pieces for the second Winter Casket Toy.



The base set-up for all four pieces is the same so I figured I may as well do them all while I was in the groove.

They kept bothering me, though. I keep thinking they reminded me of something else. It finally hit me. They look like the BB-8 Droid from one of the recent Star Wars movies.

I'm not sure I'm going to do the next step in this project today.  My current book, which started off very slowly, has suddenly picked up speed and I don't really want to put it down for long. I may spend the day with a tall, icy beverage and the book.

The joys of free time . . . as much as I like the structure of a working life, I think I could very possibly enjoy being retired.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

And now for something completely different

I bet you thought you were going to see the next step on a casket toy.

Not so much.

Early this morning I was seeing my doctor because I was hit with a case of vertigo last night. Apparently the slightly nagging headache I've had has not been eye strain from stitching myself silly, but the beginnings of an inner ear infection. My ear never hurt. I have meds and the headache has already disappeared, although the anti-vertigo drugs make me a little drowsy and apparently a little loopy.

Then I spent the middle of the day with the AC technician since the hall in front of the closet where the AC unit lives became squishy at some point. He called the plumber. The plumber came and cleared out the drainage pipe. The AC guy came back and fiddled for awhile. Then he left and Dearly Beloved had to excavate the swamp fan (aka big honkin' fan) to blow over the squishy parts of the carpet and dry them out. I've wanted to replace the carpet for awhile, but would prefer to do it on my timetable.

After all this excitement (and unexpected expense) the last thing I needed to wield was a sharp, pointy object.  A pointy object with a blunt end might work, which meant stitching not on silk fabric but on linen or canvas instead.

And I came up with this little lovely, which I started a couple of years ago. At the time, I had the flower at the top and the ABC. I stitched the rest this afternoon after all the excitement died down.


It will become this:


Barbara Jackson's colors are so joyful that they make me happy.

And who's to say I can't put strawberries in my casket, too?

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

My Heart Beats True for the Red, White, & Blue

Happy Fourth!

We have had a quiet Fourth, thus far, although I expect the neighborhood pyrotechnic display later tonight will take care of the festivities.

And I have been stitching.

I have the second side of the first Winter Casket toy done up to the point that the Fray Stop has to finish drying.


I'm trying to decide if I want to skip ahead and do the finishing on this toy, then circle back and work the embroidery on the other one, or if I want to work in the order in which the directions are given. That means that I'd do the embroidery on the second toy in the set, then do the finishing for both pieces.

I'm delighted that this is the most difficult decision I have to make in the next day or so.