As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip

Well, so much for blogging every day in November. I think I've ripped out more than I've stitched.

And I've only worked on two projects for the last two days. Maybe it has something to do with being able to count . . . 

This is where I am on Carmen at the moment. I wish I had more--you'd think I would--but ripping, oh, the ripping!

And here is Ann Kemp. I am off somewhere on the border, which is throwing off the spacing for some of the motifs at the bottom.

I have not looked for the error because I know it's probably back at the top. I also know that if I find it, I'll feel the need to rip everything out to fix it. I also know that means I would be likely to put this in time-out. Possibly forever. Therefore I am following the Great Jean Lea's advice, "Always forward, never backward" and making it work. Hopefully.

I blame the trees.

What do trees have to do with my stitching, you ask.

In the spring, I am allergic to tree pollen.

In the fall, I am allergic to leaf mold.

I went for a walk several days ago for my stupid mental and physical health and the wind was blowing and the leaves already on the ground were being blown about and then I stayed outside for awhile enjoying the beautiful fall day

and then I came inside with a runny nose and a stopped up head. My sinuses were so congested that my throat was sore from drainage. One ear was completely stopped up and the other was making weird popping noises. I had to take an antihistamine to dry things out.

And that's when I started making counting errors. Dearly Beloved says I should blame the drugs, not the trees, but I wouldn't have to take the drugs if it weren't for the trees. 

I should probably have taken the meds and a nap. I will remember this for the next time.