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.

Sunday, January 6, 2019

This mad social whirl

It's a good thing I resolved to stitch at least five minutes a day and didn't require more.  This is all I've had time to do in the New Year--and if this is a portent of things to come, my stitching for 2019 is in trouble.

There is now detached buttonhole on the two circles, and I've started the buttonhole worked over the satin stitch in the central tulip.

That's it.


Wednesday: Sampler Guild--I count that as stitching even when I don't thread a needle, just for inspiration

Thursday: Most of what you see above

Friday:  Belated New Year's Eve party. The host, after complaining to all and sundry that his wife's traditional Christmas Eve chili had upset his tummy--and refusing to see a doctor after three days of discomfort--ended up in the hospital with a ruptured appendix. After a day in ICU and a week in the hospital, he was sent home--and decided we were going to have a party. So we did. It ended early.

Saturday: We visited Mother yesterday. She finally seems to be adjusting and ate more yesterday at lunch than I've seen her eat in the last couple of months. She did remember that she was supposed to know us, so that was good, too.

And that brings us to today. As soon as I hit publish, we are going to get ourselves all gussied up so we can attend a 50th wedding anniversary reception. It is just slightly bothering me that we're friends with people old enough to have a 50th wedding anniversary--the last 50th I attended was my grandparents and they were OLD.

Hmmm, apparently, I am, too.