Screeching to a crashing halt

Yesterday I stitched the reversible cross stitch alphabet, the whole thing. I was able to do this only because I, once again, with grace and skill, managed to injure myself. I turned or twisted or somehow maneuvered my foot in a way feet are not supposed to turn, twist, or maneuver. This meant I needed to keep my foot elevated to see if the swelling would go down. So, gosh, golly, gee, that meant I could stitch all day instead of battling battalions of dust bunnies.

Late last night, I discovered that I do not have enough of the white Soie de Paris to go any farther.

Panic ensued.

A midnight raid on the stash room did not turn up another spool. An early morning raid in other areas where I might possibly have a spool hidden away resulted in nothing good. (I do have three spools of Creme, but that is not Blanc.)

Therefore, Martha has been put away until the postal service can get another spool of Blanc to me.

Yes, I know that I could go ahead and work around the lack of white silk. However, as you may have picked up, I am just a wee bit OCD about the way I approach my needlework. I am a methodical stitcher who is most comfortable working all the way through each step before I go to another. It makes me a pretty decent pilot stitcher but means that I am acutely uncomfortable jumping around in the same project.

Fortunately, in this case, it's a good thing that I am not OCD about jumping from one project to another, since this means I won't be frozen without stitching until the silk arrives. Ann Scutt is coming out to play today.