So much for setting goals . . .

I had said I wanted to stitch more and therefore blog more.

And thus I have barely touched a needle from New Year's until late yesterday.

It was back to work on Wednesday, with our sampler guild meeting on Wednesday night. I had to show up--I'm the president, so I needed to preside. It also happened that I was the program presenter for this meeting. However, I think the main reason I needed to be there was because I have the keys to the meeting place. That took care of Wednesday evening.

This is the time of year when we're doing our quarterly reports as well as our end-of-year reports, so work has been hectic and exhausting. About all I could manage by the time I arrived home on Thursday and Friday was a total collapse in a heap in my chair, followed by an early bedtime.

All of this changed yesterday. I decided that I was going to stitch and that was that.

So I did.

Martha Edlin now has half another flower worked.

And I put this on stretcher bars. It has been languishing for several years:

It will eventually turn into this:

Tricia Nguyen taught this class at Christmas in Williamsburg several years ago. It is actually a box inspired by the embroidered book bindings from the 16th and 17th centuries. There are a couple of techniques used in it that I think I would like to incorporate into my casket so I have decided to pull it out of its long, lonely sojourn in the stash and use it for practice.

Besides, I really love the colors and the design and can't figure out why I haven't finished it before now.

Well, actually, I can. Something obviously came along and I said, "oh, shiny," and went trotting off in another direction.

Stitcher's ADD is a terrible malady.