Last night I worked on the cute little bunny from Eve in the Garden:
And about the time I started filling in the body, it was time to go to bed.
Wednesday I pulled Cashmir out of its bag, and after I figured out exactly where I was (after all, the last time I worked on it was . . . gulp . . . 13 years ago), I finished the center motif, added the first border around it, and started the second. There is spaghetti all over the canvas that I would love to have worked in, but, again, it was bedtime.
On Tuesday, it was Jack-in-the-Box night. I finished the outlining and started the design on the lid of the box. I was really getting into it, but . . .do you see where this is going? Bedtime.
And it all started on Monday. I had stitched in all the stems and leaves and had just threaded the needle to start the roses on the Fair Maiden Workbag, when, you guessed it, it was past my bedtime.
Every single night this week, I was all excited by the project I was working on when it was time to put it away and get ready to work on the next project in the Ellie Plan. It's been really hard, but, wow, am I interested in getting back to each piece. This may be the secret to Ellie's success. The interest stays high.
Now it's the week-end and I can work on whatever I want. And I want to work on them all. Simultaneously. I may make Dearly Beloved pull a name out of a hat.