I spent a week with my daughter and friends at our annual stitching getaway.
I took seven different projects with me. I did very little stitching on any of them. Apparently I can't stitch anywhere but home, and that's fine. I already knew I don't stitch well in class, so this is just more of the same. I like my nest. I was, however, enabled, I had some lovely meals out with friends and wonderful food, I went shopping at Liberty Hill Needleworks. And I was chastised because my blogging has been sporadic of late.
Hopefully that will change, now that I'm back home.
This is going to be my focus project for March, I think.
Peony is designed by the same person whose Hummingbird I just finished. This was one of EGA's online studio classes, and the videos will be available only for a few more weeks, so I need to get moving.
And this is my albatross:
I worked on the Flame Pouch while I was away. I thought it would be the perfect stitch-in project--don't have to think about anything but the color I needed to use and I could listen to conversations and talk while stitching. Just like I thought it would be a good television-watching project . . . but, while it is absolutely beautiful, I'm bored. I am sooooooooooo booooooooored!!! And I only have three and a half rows to stitch and then I can move on to stitching the smalls that fit in the carrying case with the pouch. (And putting it together, of course, but that's a hurdle to leap later.)
I have spoken sternly to myself, and I will put a thread a day in this until it is stitched.
Follow this space to see if I can be disciplined. I'm not usually disciplined.
In other random thoughts, wouldn't it be great if someone would provide ergonomic chairs at stitching events? Those straight up-and-down chairs might be great for banquets or conferences where you listen to a lecture for 45 minutes and then move to something else. For long days of needlework, they are killers! I had an office chair at work before I retired that did everything but provide massages and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I could LIVE in that chair. I wish I had something like that for stitching away from home.
Or maybe have someone come in and provide chair massages every afternoon--just loosen up those shoulders and arms and hands and lower backs.
And, finally, my annual rant about going to Daylight Savings Time. I am against it. I will never, ever adjust well to it. You'd think that being retired would keep me from feeling the effects so badly, but since you have to deal with events and people who have to cope with it, it's still a pain.
Enough said.