This, That, and the Other

 I lost track of time yesterday, but today may make up for it.

I've been working on the gold bits of the Golden Accessories, and I have been learning patience in the process. Gold Wire is stitchable. It is not cooperative. It has a mind of its own, and we have been trying to come to a meeting of the minds. Therefore, I have been stitching slowly and deliberately so as to avoid kinks and knots and other misbehaviors. This is not unlike dealing with a two-year-old.

But I've made progress, which is going to be a bit slower for awhile. There are three stitches used to fill in the open spaces, and they are stitches that I am not comfortable with, so I need to pull out a piece of scrap linen and practice before I start stitching them on these bits. These are teeny little spaces, and there isn't a lot of room for error. Or frogging.

Then yesterday, I went stash diving looking for a started project that I'd like to finish. Instead of finding it, I found something else.

I couldn't remember if I had bought this, more or less fifty years ago, or if I planned to buy it, more or less fifty years ago. Looks like I actually did buy it, and I think it's aged long enough to stitch now. I believe this may become my lunch project.

But meanwhile, I am enjoying this year's Textile Symposium from Winterthur. It's virtual, as you might expect, but the talks have been beautifully done and extremely informative. We have access to them for the month of October, so I can re-watch and re-listen at any time.

That said, I miss being at Winterthur. I miss seeing people I generally see only there. I miss having the opportunity to take classes and tour the museum. I miss the wonderful hospitality extended to attendees at the conference. I miss the drive there and back through the Shenandoah Valley in the Fall. I know that there will be an opportunity sometime in the future, but right now, I'm very tired of doing everything at home.

P.S. The television has been set up. I sent Dearly Beloved on an errand and read the directions so it was playing nicely by the time he returned. He's been growling about that ever since. Cranky old bear.