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.

Thursday, August 18, 2022


 Earlier this week, I think I mentioned that I'm going to take a Goldwork class online, starting in September.

Yesterday, the supplies arrived.

When I opened the package, there was a quite elegant box:

I untied the bow and opened the box to find:

And when I unsealed the sticker and folded back the tissue, I found:

Threads and needles and fabric, oh my!

I think each package corresponds to one of the three terms that the class will run. I didn't want to mix things up, so I closed the box. Regretfully, I closed the box. Actually, I reopened the box several times as the day wore on. Can you tell I'm looking forward to this?

Meanwhile, my lunch with my friend was cancelled when she tested positive for Covid--at least she tested before we met and not afterward! So I had the afternoon to work on Tribute.
And it took all afternoon to get the front panel sewn to the lining panel. I've realized that I can still see relatively high counts of linen, between the cyborg eyes and magnification and decent lighting. What I'm now having problems with is seeing dark thread on dark fabric--the lining panel is a dark plum, and so is the thread used to assemble this part. So, I had to work slowly and carefully--but it's done now. Today, I plan to work on the panels that will create the storage compartment.

Between episodes of opening the Goldwork box and drooling over the stuff inside, that is.


  1. Sorry you missed out on lunch with your friend! What a beautiful package you received, Ann!

  2. You must be so excited Ann.
    Sorry about lunch , but you can get together soon.