I've been thinking about time a lot recently.
I'm finding that it takes me more time than it used to take to complete anything. I used to be a needle so electric I set off sparks. Now I'm back to candle speed. I've decided there are three reasons for this.
I'm older and I don't do anything as fast as I used to.
The things that I stitch now are generally more complicated than the ones I did when I started stitching, with the exception of the crewel pieces I did then.
I've discovered that my stitching is better overall if I take my time.
The last one is probably the most important. I can tell if I just want to get something done and over with and when I care about it. It has occurred to me that I'm happier with the results if I care about what I'm doing.
At the same time, I have stacks and stacks of things I want to finish, finish-finish, and start-and-finish.
So I need to use the time I have better. Which means that I am not allowing myself to get online until I've stitched, since I can fritter away hours and hours and hours looking at what other people have stitched on Facebook and Pinterest and various and sundry sites. As we were driving home yesterday, I started wondering why I was looking at needlework when I could actually be doing needlework.
So tonight I managed to get a little more stitched into Merry Cox's Young Lady's Workbox project, a class I took in 2012.
Now I'm going to thread up another needle and do a little more.