Construction Zone

 I have been building a house.

I thought I was going to get it built in a couple of days, but like all construction projects, I have run into delays--mainly, there are way more stitches than I thought. This is Day Four and I'm still not through. Fingers crossed that today is the day.

There has also been an unnecessary cost overrun. The designer calls for a specific overdyed thread. For one stitch. One stitch only. The color is not used anywhere else in the chart.

Seriously?

I mean,  SERIOUSLY???????

I do not fault the shop that kitted the project because they were just pulling the threads the designer specified. But I would ask designers to really think if one stitch needs to be in a unique color.

Otherwise, I'm very happy with the design. I'm just ready to be done with the house.

Moving along

Right after I turned the light off last night, I realized I hadn't blogged. Maybe it was because we had Friday the 13th on a Tuesday. Anyway, this is where I am on Daily Reminder:

 I'm so close to having all the border done. Maybe I should just keep working on that today.

Today has definitely been a stitching day. This morning the Dayton EGA chapter held its monthly meeting and Tricia Nguyen lectured. This was the third lecture I've heard from Tricia this week--she lectured on Nuremberg samplers for the Mayflower Guild, on Saturday, then had a wide-ranging talk on a variety of subjects for the Great Lakes Region on Sunday, and today she spoke about the creation of and marketing for embroidered boxes--which we now call caskets--in the 17th century. All fascinating, all informative, all made me just want to stitch more and more.

Today was also the last class for Zina Kasban's Elizabethan Rose. This has been a wonderful class, and I truly hate to see it end. I highly recommend Zina as a teacher, and I will continue to look forward to her classes in the future. Yes, I am a fangirl. I will be the first to admit it.

Unfortunately, I now need to shift laundry. I'd rather thread a needle.

Haul

It doesn't look like I'm going to stitch today, even though I really need to stitch. Don't even ask . . . 

But the mail carrier was very good to me, and some charts I had ordered have arrived:

 Christmas 2026 (or 2027 or 2028--whenever) projects

Another BAP--but please notice no alphabet and a fairly short verse--and no over-one--thus, a very good evening project. 

I have linen for all these but I am going to need to acquire threads. This may involve a road trip. There is nothing better than a road trip for needlework projects.  And I am more than ready for a road trip.

Turning Point

I have finally reached the point where I can turn the scroll bars and move onto the bottom of "Daily Reminder."

This is about the halfway point on the sampler, but I think it's maybe only a fourth to a third of the number of stitches left to do.

And I really need to be working on goldwork at the moment, but this has been such a pleasant stitch (meaning I don't have to think about it too much) that it's hard to go back to something that requires more than two functioning brain cells. 

A Pot Full

 Finally! The big pot of flowers has been stitched!

I'm not quite where I want to be at this point in time, but I did not thread a needle yesterday. I developed a headache in the early morning. By the time it wore off, I was as limp as a wet noodle.

Wet noodles have a difficult time threading needles.

Two flowers short of a pot

When I got up, I thought it would be wonderful if I got the upper left corner finished, and stitched a couple of smaller motifs on the right side. Then I could turn the scroll frame and maybe start the house.

This did not happen. But I got this far:

Maybe I'll be able to turn the scrolls tomorrow.

Whatever, I'm going to go with the flow and see what tomorrow brings.

A little every day

 I fell into a book today and had a hard time climbing out. Therefore, I put in only a few stitches on my Blessing Sampler and nothing at all on my goldwork projects.

However, I have stitched every day of the New Year and I'm counting that as a win.

Back to the Sparkly

 I made myself get out of my warm nest this morning, came downstairs, ate my breakfast, and sat down in front of the embroidery hoop.

I now have scallops, made with double strands of passing thread and couched down. The ends have been plunged and sewn down on the back. I feel like I have jumped a major hurdle in getting this finished.

Tomorrow I hope to fill in those gaps in the frame, another majorly fiddly bit. After that, I may have a day of fairly easy stuff to do.

And for those who have asked, the patient is doing well. The after-care directions recommended that he sleep in a recliner.

We do not own a recliner.

Why do people always assume that anyone of AARP age has a recliner? Isn't that ageism?

Flower Pot

That's it for today: a flower pot.

 Dearly Beloved had Moh's surgery on his noggin today, and I have been tasked with aid and comfort in his distress.

(Honestly, I didn't complain as much after a C-Section--either time!)

Change in plans

 I was going to work on goldwork today. I had firmly decided that.

But then I slept in . . . again . . . sometimes staying in bed in the winter under the blankets is almost impossible to overcome. . .and then I needed to balance the checkbook and pay a couple of bills . . . and then I puttered around in the kitchen for awhile and planned meals for the next couple of days . . . and then I fell into a book and by the time I climbed out, goldwork was not going to happen.

But I did put a few strands into my blessing sampler, so I do have something needlework-related to show for today:

One of my very favorite stitching buddies (Hi, Sharon!) made a point of stitching at least one thread every day last year. I decided to do my best to do the same this year, even though I'm not setting any goals, etc, etc, etc. I don't count that as a goal, simply a lifestyle choice.

Turning a Corner

 I made it across the top of Daily Reminder and turned down the other side, then did a little plain old cross stitch. 

I wanted to get to the point where I could stitch some flowers, and I'm almost there.

I wasted spent some time online looking for dark green linen that hasn't been overdyed, but didn't find anything that I thought would work or arrive in time for this to be a blessing sampler.  So . . . . I have tightened up the frame and re-tighten every hour or so, and that is helping.

It also helped when a stitching buddy dm'd and made a good point--if I persevere through the struggles with this linen and get it finished by the end of January, I will definitely deserve any blessings on my stitching for the rest of the year.

I believe I will cling to that hope--and it will be motivation to finish the sampler.

However, tomorrow I think I may do some goldwork. I have my last class on the Elizabethan Rose in less than two weeks, and I have a lot of homework to do. Actually, I have a lot of things I want to do, so I'd best keep on keeping on.

Wibbeldly, Wobbly

 I started to title this blog entry "Rage and Angst" but thought that might be a little scary, even though that's how I felt yesterday.

I was working on my new project:

I spent a good chunk of time stitching yesterday. Western Reserve Sampler Guild had an all-day stitch-in, and I was there for about four hours, then I worked on this for about another four hours last night.

And this is all I got done.

I will be the first to admit that my electric needle has rusted, but this is ridiculous, even for a slow stitcher.

I was fighting the linen. The whole time.

I'm not a big fan of overdyed linen in general. I'm not crazy about mottled coloring on the background; I think it can detract from the design. On top of that, some of the linens that have a big contrast in color look like dirty rags. Like you've spent the day with your hands in the innards of a car engine, wiped them off on a clean white handkerchief, then dropped the hankie on the floor and ran over it a couple of times. Or you've used the linen to clean mud off the dog's paws. Or the kid used a towel to dry off after swimming, then left the damp towel in his duffel until the smell of mildew attracted you to his room.

But what really annoys me--and annoyance is a mild term for the way I was feeling last night--is how limp so many of the overdyed linens become. I like linen with some body. I like linen that holds its shape. I like linen that's helpful rather than adversarial.

This particular piece of linen is so limp that the threads are literally moving as I try to stitch. The weave has even loosened. The sawtooth pattern is worked in satin stitch, and in one spot, you stitch over one thread. The linen is so loosey-goosey that the floss slides between the linen threads and disappears, so I have to go over that spot twice for a stitch to show up at all.

I did try spray starch on the corner and stitched a few stitches to see if that would help. The spray starch merely fixed the linen in its wobbly state.

I am going to try lacing the sides to the scroll frame. If that doesn't make it better, I'm going to dig out a slate frame.

One way or another, I'm going to get this done.

Happy New Year!

The ceremonial dumping of the ort jars occurred about 10:15 last night, and I was tucked into bed and asleep shortly thereafter, so, as usual, I did not see the new year come in. Dearly Beloved stayed up and said it felt like just every other year, so I didn't miss anything. 

You know you're old when you don't care about the hoopla about the new year, although I have enjoyed Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen in the past--just wasn't feeling it this time.

Anyway, despite being the Grinch about New Year's, I did pull out a new project.

 Brenda Gervais' "A Daily Reminder" which I call the "Be Good and Do Good" sampler--I thought maybe it could be my blessing sampler.

Then is looked at the sawtooth border and the overall size and the solidly stitched house in the middle and thought maybe it wouldn't be.

So . . . it's now my New Year's Day Start. If I finish it by the end of January 31, it may become a blessing sampler. I am making no commitments, setting no goals, just along for the ride.

That may be the way I get through 2026.