Where did the week go?

 I am not sure where the week went.  Actually, I don't think I want to know.

Monday may have started it off. 

You may want to scroll past the rant.

I ordered Jenny Adin-Christie's beautiful book, Enchanted Embroidery. Even if you think you'll never, ever stitch any of Jenny's projects (and why wouldn't you?--her directions are spectacular. You probably should know how to thread a needle, but other than that, she takes you by the hand and leads you step-by-step through each part of the embroidery) this book is wonderful simply for the eye candy. My name also came up on the list for the Samode Purse, which has had me drooling since it first appeared on her Facebook and Instagram feeds. So I ordered that as well.

They were being shipped by DHL. DHL ships worldwide and tracks things down to the nth degree.

Maybe.

I got the notification that my package had been delivered at 9:53 a.m. Monday morning. They said it would arrive on Monday, and they said it was left on my doorstep. It was not on my doorstep. The photo of a package arriving on my doorstep could have been any of the hundreds of units in this complex since we all have pretty much the same set of three wooden steps leading to the deck.

So I tried to contact DHL. AI is not their friend when it comes to customer service. After going through their chatbot, voice mail, etc, etc, etc, I ended up every time with a cheery male voice singing out, "Your package was delivered at 9:53 a.m. this morning!"

So I pulled on my coat and gloves and cap and tottered out to see if any of my neighbors had the package. Inspection of doorsteps did not reveal my package sitting on any of them as it appeared in the "proof of delivery" photo--which did not show a unit number. The unit numbers are right next to the gate to the deck, but, nope, not shown.

I just happened to glance over at one set of steps as I was getting ready to trudge back inside and indulge in a total temper tantrum--and my package had been shoved under the gate onto a neighbor's deck. So I waved at his Ring and porch-pirated my own package.

And here are the contents:

And all the goodies inside the box:

And Monday actually turned out to be a pretty good day, in that the Post Office actually delivered two packages where and when they said they would.

All the goodies for the goldwork class I'm taking from Liz Tepper in March.

And Needlework Press's Charlotte Warrington sampler through Homespun Needlework on Facebook. This is an exclusive to the group. I had two opportunities to order it previously, and talked myself out of it both times, and kicked myself for letting it go both times. Third time's the charm, apparently. I succumbed and I'm glad I did.

But have I stitched?

A bit.

I finally got that geometric box filled in, and planted a pretty posy next to it. 

I decided that the way I was holding the frame as I worked may have been part of the problem with my wrists and hands, so I rummaged around in the stash room and located one of my frame stands. I'm going to mount the frame in it and see if taking the weight off helps. I also decided to focus on flowers--the geometrics take a lot of time because they're so densely stitched, so to get the most done before RST travels to Nashville, I think I'll plant flowers.