Currently, I'm bouncing around like a BB in a boxcar.
Elizabethan Rose has been sitting in time-out because I am chicken. I needed to do the cutwork, which means you cut pieces of gold into short lengths and sew them down like bugle beads. Trying to get them the correct length is not the easiest thing in the world, especially for me. Due to Fear of Screwing Up, I set it aside until I finally decided perfection is the enemy of good enough and started working on it today.
One side is done but my hands started cramping and I thought maybe I should quit before I really screwed up.
I did make some progress on All That Glitters yesterday:
I though I'd go from one motif to the other but now I'm wondering if it wouldn't make just as much sense to fill one motif in completely and then do the other. A decision on that will wait for a few daysbecause I found this buried deep in the stash:
I took this class at Christmas in Williamsburg in 1998. We are talking about almost 30 years ago. It's more than time to pull it out and work on it for that reason alone--but since we're celebrating the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence this year, I think it's time to finish it.Actually, I am finding that I can work on something for about three days and then I'm ready for something else. In the past, I've pulled out a half dozen or so things I want to stitch and moved among them until I have some finishes. That has worked really well, and why I haven't consistently done that, I have no idea. It's probably because something shiny pops up and I can't stand to wait.
At my advanced age, I should be able to exercise some self-restraint.
I should be.
I'm probably not, but I may try it again.
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