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.