Two Weeks

 I have to wear the new brace around the clock for two weeks, other than showering or washing my hands.

And I can't stitch for two weeks.

Two weeks.

Dearly Beloved has threatened to move out for the duration, and the Big Kid has offered him refuge. I mentioned the whole "for better or for worse" thing and he said that this was worse than worse.

Anyway, the blog will likely be quiet for the duration.

(I did request a medically induced coma, but my doctor didn't understand why that might be a good thing.)

See you on the other side . . . 

Organ Recital

 Whenever my great-aunts were involved in a discussion of bodily ills, they referred to it as an organ recital.

So, here's the latest update on my wrist.

I am supposed to receive a new and different brace tomorrow intended to keep my thumb still, but allow more flexibility with the rest of my hand. There should be significant improvement in about two weeks. If not, I will get a referral to a sports medicine person who specializes in hand injuries.

I guess needlework has become a sport.

I am now waiting for it to be an Olympic event.

The lovely month of May

Awhile back, May not only signaled the real beginning of spring, it also set off Maynia in the blogging world.  Some people actually started a new project on every day in May. I didn't go down that primrose path because I already have enough UFO's and WIP's, but I do miss seeing what other people are up to.

And, since my wrist has decided to flare up again, just when I though it was improving, I am letting it rest today, which means I couldn't start anything new if I wanted to.

What I have been doing is printing out class info on three different online classes I signed up for.

There is the Hummingbird in Silk & Gold that I'm taking from Lizzie Pye through EGA.

There is Lady Anne's Pyn Pillow from Katie Strachan.

And there is Puffed Silkes, a class from Rachael Kinnison that teaches how to furnish and complete the interior of a box in 17th century fashion.

I am not actively working on any of the three at the moment, but if you don't grab the chance for projects with limited availability when they're offered, you may never have the opportunity. So, I am printing and watching accompanying videos and keeping my wrist braced and elevated and chilled so I can get back to using a threaded needle instead of gazing longingly at it.

A Hole in One

My plan today was to watch the videos for the last two classes in my online whitework class--I missed them because of the trip to Salty Yarns--and try to get the stitching done for at least one of them.

This class is on eyelets, and that little bitty one is the only thing I got done before my wrist started screaming and the brace went back on and that was the end of that for today. I picked something up with my hand in a position it no longer likes, and I think I re-injured myself.

I think I'll read a book this evening instead.

Phooey.

 

Adapting

I worked to catch up with my online whitework class for a bit this morning, then decided to stitch some more leaves on Carmen.

And that is when I discovered that I will have to adapt.

Somewhere along the line, I am two threads off.

Two threads.

 I have counted and recounted and it's not in the leafy garland. That means it must be somewhere in the border. As I am absolutely not going to rip out the border--I'd rather give up stitching entirely, and that's not about to happen--I will adapt.

Sigh . . . 

Back to the routine

 Re-entry is tough.

It took me a day to recuperate from the drive, then another day to unpack and rearrange and sort out stash and haul and figure out what I wanted to do next.

I wanted to do everything next.

As I am not an octopus, nor do I have any clones, I had to limit my plans. So I wrote down everything I wanted to do and everything I needed to do. The length of the list was terrifying--so I made some difficult decisions and winnowed the list down to something that I thought would be manageable this week. And, no, I'm not going to publish that list. The minute I state publicly that I have specific and certain goals, something gets in the way and none of it gets done. Maybe I should report on the progress of the list at the end of the week. We'll see . . . 

Anyway, I am working on Carmen again. When you have several hours of Zoom meetings spread over several days, it is amazing what you can accomplish if you stitch during the meetings.

I think I'll work on this for a bit longer tonight and see what I can accomplish before bedtime. 

Last class and home again

 I'm home again, after a very, very long day of travel. I am not sure why the trip home always seems to take so much longer than the trip to the destination, but I was beginning to think that road would never end.

But before we set out for the drive home, I had one last day of class.

The Artisan Workbox was not like any class I've taken before. There were no written directions, so we jumped right into actually working on the component pieces for the construction of the etui that will live in the box. 

This is a slit for a pocket. I also have a model pocket that will be attached to this piece and the beginnings of the internal structure of the etui and a pin cushion. I also have pages and pages of notes and loads of photographs, but I'm thinking it would be a very good idea to work on this one right away while I understand what my notes mean.

Don't remind me that I say that with every class I take.