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.

Monday, October 1, 2018

Stolen Moments

The last couple of weeks have been . . . taxing. We have discovered that Dearly Beloved is broken and that I have no upper body strength at all. Despite that, we rearranged the living room on our own (why is it when you just want to move one piece of furniture, you're required to move 47 other things?).  Then we spent this past week-end moving furniture from Mother's apartment to The Saint's and my homes (where I am also providing storage for some things that will eventually go to Baby Girl).

We are very happy that Baby Girl came to help and even happier that she goes to the gym four times a week and has the strength and endurance to prove it.

However, in between heaving heavy objects about, I have stolen a few--very few--way too few--moments to stitch.

I started Barbara Jackson's Pineapple:

I laid a few more bricks on Frances Burwell's house:

And I started the band for Jackie du Plessis' Moments piece:

Hopefully things will calm down a bit and I can get back to serious stitching.

Keep your fingers crossed.


  1. Your stolen moments of stitching look good. Here is hoping that things settle and calm down soon.

  2. I can totally relate to being thankful that one's offspring makes regular use of the gym - we strain and sweat and grunt and have finally decided that heavy things that need to be moved can wait till one of the kids visits.