This is where I am on Betsy Morgan's Casket.
And here I am on Remember Me. One strand a day won't be enough. I'm going to have to work more strands each day to be ready for the finishing class. I'm having enough trouble stitching one strand a day. Yes, I know that this is a voluntary occupation, but I am a first-born and we are terminally goal-oriented and like deadlines, even the ones we impose on ourselves. You'd think that knowing this, I could get over it. Not so much.
I have also been playing with motifs for the Casket class I'm taking from Tricia Nguyen. At the moment I have about seven viable possibilities. I had planned to stitch two caskets, not seven. Obviously something is going to have to be de-selected . . . but I like them all . . .
And I have one final observation for today which has nothing to do with needlework at all. I was slightly under the weather last week (about which no more needs to be said). Why are the meds that are supposed to clear up a problem frequently more unpleasant than the actual illness?