In my part of the world we say you are a fool if your passion for a pursuit overcomes all practical sense. I am a stitching fool, and I stitch foolishness.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

different direction

When I started home yesterday, I was positive I was going to pull something out of the auxiliary finishing basket to work on. After all, the lid won't shut any longer. If I were of a fanciful bent of mind, I would say that there are projects just trying to escape so they could become something, but as I am not of a fanciful bent of mind, I won't say that.

Instead, Frances Burwell was glaring at me.

Do you see this innocent-looking, very innocuous acorn band?

Let me tell you--if there were a way to miscount, I miscounted. There are only three colors in this band. I pulled the wrong color for part of the acorns and had to rip them out. I finally had to put Frances in time-out before she became a fancy dust cloth. She's been there for several weeks--or maybe a month or two.

So, last night, I finished ripping out what needed to be ripped out and restitched the sections I had ripped out. Today I finished the band.

I believe I will continue with Frances for another day or two.

Until those projects attempting to escape grab me and force me to take care of them.


  1. Well done for picking up that troublesome project. Glad you got the acorns sorted.

  2. Ann, I'm looking at the acorns and thinking "autumn"...thanks for the can't get here soon enough for me!

  3. That's such a pretty acorn band. And if I were apt to let my imagination run away with me, I'd wonder if Frances was encouraging you to pull something out of the finishing basket. ;)