First Finish of 2017

This morning, I woke up early. While I was trying to decide whether to get up or roll over and go back to sleep, my mind wandered off to stitching things. My mind tends to wander off to considering stitching things under any circumstances, as you may have noticed. Anyway, I started counting up the number of projects I'd like to stitch in 2017.

I stopped counting at 63.

No matter how optimistic (or delusional) I can be about the speed at which I stitch or the amount of time I have to stitch, 63 is kind of a ridiculous number. Unless, of course, I quit my job, I stop sleeping, and I manage to talk Dearly Beloved into doing all the cooking and housework. So I decided to do what I've been doing for the last several years . . . just work on whatever strikes my fancy whenever my fancy is struck.

Therefore, this morning when I finally staggered out of bed and tottered downstairs, I pulled a kit from the basket and started to stitch. It was a gray, rainy, chilly day--not the best way to start a New Year, as far as I'm concerned--so we had decided to stay in. And if I'm staying in, I'm stitching.

Not only did I stitch, I also finished.

Wee Floral Hornbook Fob

Catherine Theron

One down, sixty-two to go.

Totally delusional . . .