I could not face putting something else together this week-end.
So I didn't.
I have worked a little on the Needlewoman's Work Tray, which is the project that Baby Girl and I are working in tandem. The needle case is stitched, and I've started on the tray itself. So far, I have two and half of the borders done.
Top photo was made in lamplight, bottom in daylight. The real color of the linen is actually somewhere in between.
And then I decided to drive myself completely around the bend and get the plaited braid on the last bit of the Golden Accessories stitched.
I am not at all happy with the way it worked out. My tension was all over the place, even after working another quick test practice bit before I started. It occurred to me that the way I originally worked the stitch was the way that the legendary Jane Zimmerman taught it, and she had you work it from the bottom up. This version has a different twist and is worked from top down. There is a theory that earlier learning can interfere with later information processing. That sounds like a wonderful excuse to me at the moment.
I am seriously thinking about ripping it all out and doing it again. I am also wondering if I would make another attempt or if this project would go back into the stash forevermore. I'm also wondering if anyone but me would care how it looks. Quite frankly, there are no stitching police (despite some self-appointed ones), and a finish is a finish.
Sometimes it's best to consider something a learning experience and to move on.
I just wrote that, and my inner first-born, perfectionistic girl-child responsible for the turning of the earth on its axis if anything isn't done exactly as it should be is already pulling out the metal thread scissors to cut it all out.