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.

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

blood, sweat, and tears

 After a couple of days in which I barely threaded a needle--Sampler Sunday, for example, was an epic fail--I decided that today I would get back on track (again).

So I set up the Tudor project and started working the couching stitches over the silver plate.

And I was almost finished when I stabbed my finger with the sharp needle. I'm so used to poking myself as I work on this project, that I really didn't pay much attention, other than uttering a naughty word under my breath.

I probably should have done more, since I realized that suddenly my orange and gold threads were red.

I have been told that ones own spit will remove ones own blood. It appears that it will, although I didn't attempt to remove the other blotch on the linen. That's going to be cut off when this piece is appliquéd to the main piece, so I didn't try to take it out.

This is, therefore, where I am. 

If all goes well, tomorrow, I'll add the additional metal thread to the motif. And do my best to avoid stabbing myself.

1 comment:

  1. Oh I do this all the time .
    When I am stitching I have to be so carful.
    We are having lots of rain so I have been stitch more .
    Have fun.