Today is the beginning of my annual escape to Williamsburg for a needlework retreat with friends.
If ever there has been a year when I've needed this escape, this is it--and luckily, I can stitch again.
Today I'm heading to Baby Girl's to spend the night, then I'll travel on to Williamsburg tomorrow morning.
As usual, I'm taking way more stuff than I could even hope to accomplish, but there is a method to my madness. A couple of years ago, I took enough projects to be able to work on something different every day. That was a lot of fun; it gave me a chance to work on a variety of projects, and it also gave me an idea of just what I could accomplish on a project in one stitching session.
So, I've been planning what to take and decided on a group of related projects that I ran across when I was in my enforced state of elbow rest. I thought I had it all decided.
And then I got a package yesterday.
Margriet Hogue of The Essamplaire had a sale earlier in the month. I've been looking at these miniatures since they were introduced, and the sale made the decision for me.
And that led to another decision to make.
Wouldn't it be fun to do one of these each day?
But what about what I've already packed?
But these are small and wouldn't take up much space.
But shouldn't I be realistic about what I can potentially get done?
Oh, what the heck. They won't take up much room.
Delusional, totally delusional . . .