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, August 7, 2016

Vining and Twining

Because we have spent the day glued to the Olympics, I got a good bit stitched on the next band of Mary Atwood.

I had thought I might get more done, but we found the equitation and fencing events. In earlier days, Dearly Beloved competed in dressage, cross country, and jumping, and he can still read a horse better than most--so he had much to say.

He was also a fencer. In fact, he and The Big Kid used to swashbuckle up and down the sidewalk in front of our abode, much to the delight of the neighborhood kids and probably to the dismay of their mothers. As a result, I had additional commentary on that event as I stitched.

I just realized, looking at the picture, that I missed a sprig that needs to be added before I forget it entirely. That's what I'll do, while hoping the gymnastics starts earlier than bedtime. I think I need to remember to plan vacations around the Olympics in the future. Not that I'll actually attend in person, but I can certainly watch the coverage.


  1. The pic in my head of the fellas fencing on the sidewalk is precious! We are enjoying the Olympics, too!

  2. Fencing and horses, huh? Not exactly your run of the mill stuff. Sounds fascinating! I have swimmers....

    1. Definitely born in the wrong century . . .