tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75491907219023143312024-03-19T01:48:06.788-07:00Stitching FoolishnessAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.comBlogger1758125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-38157419383760943492024-03-16T16:43:00.000-07:002024-03-16T16:43:02.769-07:00Everything is Blooming<p> This lovely box of goodies</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCFmLMTYt4n9X8XWqcSGN3eN0pdQ8tY7If-bO_XyMc8B9RhDHpTPq5vLdXI41O-HfxGvpCy5TwlDkUZSvBLAa99bFYGIF5uVv74WzII5NS1v795V7Bs-mk90AyYumRWFRASSO8jLmkkvwC9KeQwmdKednqlbzrBZMvulNES6zWeV2VUC3-agiQXqdACV2/s4608/IMG_2653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCFmLMTYt4n9X8XWqcSGN3eN0pdQ8tY7If-bO_XyMc8B9RhDHpTPq5vLdXI41O-HfxGvpCy5TwlDkUZSvBLAa99bFYGIF5uVv74WzII5NS1v795V7Bs-mk90AyYumRWFRASSO8jLmkkvwC9KeQwmdKednqlbzrBZMvulNES6zWeV2VUC3-agiQXqdACV2/s320/IMG_2653.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>is going to turn into this:<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPgmmO9qWVPz_bJXn5op47hQ2bCDw_gpLM-WdkUtDBn3yLXJP14BDiA4HSJsywdtgXbyi3Oi-Fajpa1u1WamLAD-rLp96uekIFqr8YYyHSueJG2wx_PmfWlmvpypD52w70M5EkCetSzmW3fZkw4lbXDz7d4otEXnrqrXN67whCqRv23WKq5uCcM7PgvAg/s4608/IMG_2654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPgmmO9qWVPz_bJXn5op47hQ2bCDw_gpLM-WdkUtDBn3yLXJP14BDiA4HSJsywdtgXbyi3Oi-Fajpa1u1WamLAD-rLp96uekIFqr8YYyHSueJG2wx_PmfWlmvpypD52w70M5EkCetSzmW3fZkw4lbXDz7d4otEXnrqrXN67whCqRv23WKq5uCcM7PgvAg/s320/IMG_2654.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I am in the North Carolina mountains, taking classes from Jackie du Plessis, sponsored by Sassy Jacks. Today's class is called "Fresh Flowers."<div><br /></div><div>I had a wonderful day, spent with a dear friend I have missed so much since the Big Move. It was a delight having the chance to catch up with her, doing something we both love.</div><div><br /></div><div>And can you believe that I actually managed to post a blog while going to a workshop? Wonders may never cease.<br /><p><br /></p></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-14375214770009976662024-03-13T13:32:00.000-07:002024-03-13T13:32:22.556-07:00Salvage Mission<p> I managed to salvage the Eternal Flame Huswif from total disaster.</p><p>Don't even ask what the disaster was. It involved mis-cutting something, and that is all I want to say about the matter.</p><p>Other than it was a learning experience.</p><p>I thought I was getting too old for learning experiences. At least I hoped I was. Apparently not.</p><p>Anyway, here's the inside:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvjswm4Kz4FOPYakaLJ_8ZSOA3MCnzWc5hjM0roWpUhl0OxN_6mosVMbQgXEtx_OzXouKnkXFgv-L6MXNwqeYhJSYWMnodOJyzbtaUeYtAw8gzRniI4qASquQbOeBQdVd43jKGLTJn1pp_fPrleETDS9D3qbM4ikRZInFqvvhE60It8b4n-RHj0UC4b2q/s4608/IMG_2650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvjswm4Kz4FOPYakaLJ_8ZSOA3MCnzWc5hjM0roWpUhl0OxN_6mosVMbQgXEtx_OzXouKnkXFgv-L6MXNwqeYhJSYWMnodOJyzbtaUeYtAw8gzRniI4qASquQbOeBQdVd43jKGLTJn1pp_fPrleETDS9D3qbM4ikRZInFqvvhE60It8b4n-RHj0UC4b2q/s320/IMG_2650.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>And, here's the outside:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSEHun_PDNscVND391uTwlL7UAqduZWNjP-ohAtlgFay0P40s0_RbMkWS_7PNFHlhYatkp00QeYCbCCup2tXFnU7D0axDz2oHuKf4ewjE6EjyM4KVuEIrOZO_EJ2jBOBVzRBqZSPHHQlt0YhOtebNXbfzv9-RfLtGjdwlOcpEFs5R1IgtPCVMLDIO3D5Tt/s4608/IMG_2651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSEHun_PDNscVND391uTwlL7UAqduZWNjP-ohAtlgFay0P40s0_RbMkWS_7PNFHlhYatkp00QeYCbCCup2tXFnU7D0axDz2oHuKf4ewjE6EjyM4KVuEIrOZO_EJ2jBOBVzRBqZSPHHQlt0YhOtebNXbfzv9-RfLtGjdwlOcpEFs5R1IgtPCVMLDIO3D5Tt/s320/IMG_2651.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And, here it is, all rolled up in its handmade box:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykhjD3a8EsOkHCjCGxgADVDbZUThFVAQkWVkiVN2LO_2dAbTXj5GD9sXeNIZvQK3rWrUBjFFTgl5Hr5zDuDvu5REoh2w3NoO4uyQjfGG-soAcpW0nP4ttBR5M9SsUQMQXmIa3vhD2TEeOxlw52C6lX-zXg_gpQby3fRwPjddWNMp3PduKZz5JJ7i2fESc/s4608/IMG_2652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykhjD3a8EsOkHCjCGxgADVDbZUThFVAQkWVkiVN2LO_2dAbTXj5GD9sXeNIZvQK3rWrUBjFFTgl5Hr5zDuDvu5REoh2w3NoO4uyQjfGG-soAcpW0nP4ttBR5M9SsUQMQXmIa3vhD2TEeOxlw52C6lX-zXg_gpQby3fRwPjddWNMp3PduKZz5JJ7i2fESc/s320/IMG_2652.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>Now I feel invincible. If I could pull this out, then maybe I could do a decent job on another assembly project.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thinking like that is going to get me into so much trouble . . . </div><p><br /></p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-34380408346281758362024-03-12T08:00:00.000-07:002024-03-12T08:00:56.031-07:00Bumping into Walls<p> Daylight Savings Time started and I have a toothache. If dreadful things come in threes, I'm waiting for the third one to hit.</p><p>Oh, wait, it did. I mis-cut the pockets for the needle roll I'm supposed to be putting together. I think I can salvage it, but that may be a delusion caused by sleep disturbances. It's bad enough to lose an hour of sleep for some misguided plan to give us more light in the evenings (despite 20 years of sleep science telling us that we need to have the sun where and when it's supposed to be, otherwise our circadian rhythms get all screwed up)--but to have a tooth implode is something above and beyond necessary.</p><p>All will be well--maybe not with the finishing--but I am on antibiotics for the tooth and my "old" dentist can work me in for a probable root canal on Monday. And, luckily, that is the break day between classes with Jackie du Plessis at Sassy Jack's. Instead of getting to stitch with my buddies, Dearly Beloved and I will be heading to my old stomping grounds. I am busy making lemonade out of lemons, since we figured if we leave early enough, we can have lunch at our very favorite Japanese restaurant before the dentist sees me.</p><p>And I have done a little bit of stitching.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkJh18vKen9Qs_Ba2QuVOsS-IP1fbr2_sMw9DyMVSwueCSC9zZ1GLicB0-EK8tHQfvWP7_jqHmA1lVvkYSo8GVFnf9RKIvXJ8WIGYoDvq1u5fSSxhjddp7eZ2GhEvKcrdmFpo8CQvmZOQ9B9FpJtTZdiB1wvKM7QZONHFjB4ZuwG4sKZCJ9f2yULWJ3av/s4608/IMG_2649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkJh18vKen9Qs_Ba2QuVOsS-IP1fbr2_sMw9DyMVSwueCSC9zZ1GLicB0-EK8tHQfvWP7_jqHmA1lVvkYSo8GVFnf9RKIvXJ8WIGYoDvq1u5fSSxhjddp7eZ2GhEvKcrdmFpo8CQvmZOQ9B9FpJtTZdiB1wvKM7QZONHFjB4ZuwG4sKZCJ9f2yULWJ3av/s320/IMG_2649.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>This is going to be a pocket for Merry Cox's House on the Hill project. <div><br /></div><div>It has been aging in my stash for 25 years.</div><div><br /></div><div>25 years.</div><div><br /></div><div>Two and a half decades.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's definitely long enough. </div><div><br /></div><div>Do not even mention plans, or rotations, or schedules of any sort. Once again, Epic Fail with programming my needlework.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-31794099478387990432024-03-07T13:35:00.000-08:002024-03-07T13:35:59.537-08:00Fear of Failure<p> I've started finishing, and I am filled with fear and trepidation.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrxlgTq_WJxGE_HWxmvsY_Z0ydSQEMK2mUXI6Q8yQv7Qd3-adfEqA5g4PdI0eobx7OgkUU9CIg7hPR-uhyJq9HyYePlNxrB7tUraxPPi-cHLw1Q2eqGAjbu53RN7ibSmx6BzHTwq5B9k2FiUdu5R8SkcFi4hHWXP8CcGuV-dJG6oWWGjfhT2e08ozWdMyR/s4608/IMG_2648.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrxlgTq_WJxGE_HWxmvsY_Z0ydSQEMK2mUXI6Q8yQv7Qd3-adfEqA5g4PdI0eobx7OgkUU9CIg7hPR-uhyJq9HyYePlNxrB7tUraxPPi-cHLw1Q2eqGAjbu53RN7ibSmx6BzHTwq5B9k2FiUdu5R8SkcFi4hHWXP8CcGuV-dJG6oWWGjfhT2e08ozWdMyR/s320/IMG_2648.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Tell me about a technique I've never done, and I'm right there at the head of the line to try it. Show me something that needs to be ripped out, and I have no problem. Well, maybe I have a problem, but I do it because it needs to be done.</p><p>Show me something that needs to be put together and I have to take a deep breath before I take the first step. I'm so afraid I'm going to mess it up that I will look for all kinds of excuses to avoid it. Today I went to the grocery store with Dearly Beloved and read the EGA magazine, NeedleArts, from cover to cover.</p><p>But if I want to have stitching toys, I eventually have to assemble them.</p><p>So, I'm taking that deep breath.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-5836579032643873942024-03-06T11:14:00.000-08:002024-03-06T11:14:59.770-08:00More Happy Mail<p> I seem to recall saying I was going to stitch from stash this year. Maybe I meant I was going to stitch from stash next year . . . </p><p>Because another goody arrived in today's mail.</p><p>I signed up for this class, A Hummingbird in Silk and Gold through EGA last year, but it was postponed because of problems getting the materials. Everything has come in now, and the materials kit was in today's mail.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAR6cTJyBUuaTuo9_hqVvwPjdMt913RKN6RKNOuqb2lp9hGWbY9vxN7h1zYSlSz-NInG3TlE9213woexn6pUcDkV7rsoNm6ZG2uguNcgd6CCdlcfbJtHiASB-K8EW4NDWuwhYXFgH5HP-_3oObN9BjUEtLZBMb6WvrrU4WctlpnWYhm5opTqx83FpHv4xl/s4608/IMG_2647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAR6cTJyBUuaTuo9_hqVvwPjdMt913RKN6RKNOuqb2lp9hGWbY9vxN7h1zYSlSz-NInG3TlE9213woexn6pUcDkV7rsoNm6ZG2uguNcgd6CCdlcfbJtHiASB-K8EW4NDWuwhYXFgH5HP-_3oObN9BjUEtLZBMb6WvrrU4WctlpnWYhm5opTqx83FpHv4xl/s320/IMG_2647.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>OOOOHHHH, just look at all the little packets of gold threads and the jewel tones in the silks!! Makes my heart go potty-pat.</p><p>My heart is going to have to wait for a while, though. The class isn't starting until April 3.</p><p>Patience, must have patience.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-13045119858027260202024-03-05T19:01:00.000-08:002024-03-05T19:01:00.426-08:00All in a Day's Work<p>As you may have noticed if you've read this blog for any length of time, I do love me some Barbara Jackson projects. A new one arrived while I was in Williamsburg, you may remember from yesterday's post.</p><p>Today it is finished. In fact, it is finish-finished.</p><p>This may be a new land-sea record. At least, for me.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1MA6hDzMVcrTbRDND_EIApnfIy-OfRWxH8tBlFdQMCuXv7G9qzm52-7bpKUo1yccWpm9ovAGQm-zpjKzMFQ-dqRGZjv3fjL0XUJTn-KRLbwwMWcaGPAlKETZHYfAaA8jaBqA3X8EGbUasI9aIayYpLclWyzLyMDFScM-ai5me9wn7va4FzROaNrvVZWm/s4608/IMG_2646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1MA6hDzMVcrTbRDND_EIApnfIy-OfRWxH8tBlFdQMCuXv7G9qzm52-7bpKUo1yccWpm9ovAGQm-zpjKzMFQ-dqRGZjv3fjL0XUJTn-KRLbwwMWcaGPAlKETZHYfAaA8jaBqA3X8EGbUasI9aIayYpLclWyzLyMDFScM-ai5me9wn7va4FzROaNrvVZWm/s320/IMG_2646.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> The finishing directions haven't been posted yet, but I believe they will be the same as the Little Pilgrim hornbook from last year, which I also stitched. I need to put this one back under the weight--one side is not exactly sticking down so I may need to push a wee bit more glue under it and set the brick back on it until it decides to cooperate.<p></p><p>Now I need to decide what other kind of trouble to get into.</p><p><br /></p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-83347512345123687052024-03-04T08:16:00.000-08:002024-03-04T08:16:09.745-08:00That was the Week that Was<p>I'm home again.</p><p>As usual, I took the laptop with all good intentions to blog while I was gone. As usual, I didn't. And, as usual, what I thought I was going to accomplish, I didn't.</p><p>No more plans.</p><p>I planned to stitch in the stitching room all week. Instead, I caught up with old friends' lives, made new friends, laughed a lot , went out to dinner, and poked at my projects a little. I hit snags on both projects I took to work on, figured out one, gave up on the other until I was home and could get over my snit, and shopped.</p><p>This is the little bit I did on Carmen. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjGb64UWDqhNevEsK5hCleCise3_It7LvT6JZINAjEP6w4PHy19LRzcJI6G6ayK53QGCjHg_YfSS3DjZFJ9xiX1QTfOSjeXWXTzUgWUSJX1DZj2HG_LBYbuR6ophkeJoEkOGhF8XujAMZjCCAUjHC9cDLKBqJ0VUFWEzbalsjjwo1EWu4Rd28uC6XkLz0/s4608/IMG_2642.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjGb64UWDqhNevEsK5hCleCise3_It7LvT6JZINAjEP6w4PHy19LRzcJI6G6ayK53QGCjHg_YfSS3DjZFJ9xiX1QTfOSjeXWXTzUgWUSJX1DZj2HG_LBYbuR6ophkeJoEkOGhF8XujAMZjCCAUjHC9cDLKBqJ0VUFWEzbalsjjwo1EWu4Rd28uC6XkLz0/s320/IMG_2642.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Bless her heart, little Carmen didn't space the berries and leaves consistently, so each one has to be counted. And counted again. Talking and laughing are not conducive to accurate counting.<div><br /></div><div>And remember how I said if the class project was supposed to come my way, it would?</div><div><br /></div><div>It did.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMn5uiB8OwEzEIZnJfQKDB5h09niGnSk9Y3zIi7L6rrMJsuCKsJVhtQ1_FDVjiNumD7rvPr-OD5THUNfy_erAXDLeI3xf9c3GIJU1zIsJ6Gaemb4PuhDccJc3h0XvETuOMA1WsAKliYjdbCdr6UwIYDd5kb3z0yXUw8WuQ-A5kpR9KXbN4oQo31Ex1Xf6g/s4608/IMG_2643.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMn5uiB8OwEzEIZnJfQKDB5h09niGnSk9Y3zIi7L6rrMJsuCKsJVhtQ1_FDVjiNumD7rvPr-OD5THUNfy_erAXDLeI3xf9c3GIJU1zIsJ6Gaemb4PuhDccJc3h0XvETuOMA1WsAKliYjdbCdr6UwIYDd5kb3z0yXUw8WuQ-A5kpR9KXbN4oQo31Ex1Xf6g/s320/IMG_2643.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Amy Mitten was the teacher for this class, and she had a couple of extra kits. Yes, I know I was going to stitch from stash this year. I am weak.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then I cam home, and there was happy mail.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8DH1ghyN6IXY1StMBa3-YrHmAIK1k3rC2iXGWOhnSenWYAviwsKsxUYy-8dW2ftK4ZrOuwspqCNQsWEsczJ5UJHt-tKfNhogbQmvGBhzNyw-GmhB6C7JXoU2qhpEXyPesWtLlTl79Ywo7f2Bw7PUjNmLjApbyv5cCmEHPHAO9u548GqWSD1PIpG7yt0H/s4608/IMG_2645.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8DH1ghyN6IXY1StMBa3-YrHmAIK1k3rC2iXGWOhnSenWYAviwsKsxUYy-8dW2ftK4ZrOuwspqCNQsWEsczJ5UJHt-tKfNhogbQmvGBhzNyw-GmhB6C7JXoU2qhpEXyPesWtLlTl79Ywo7f2Bw7PUjNmLjApbyv5cCmEHPHAO9u548GqWSD1PIpG7yt0H/s320/IMG_2645.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />This is the kit for Martha Edlin's ornament--just look at those luscious colors! And don't forget, Tricia is offering a wonderful online class on Martha's life and needlework for the low, low price of $15, $5 of which goes to the V&A. It is an amazing piece of research that changes the way we should view the lives of women of her time.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwG9i_B69zFL4ZwM3MhQaucSFg0feyW73vjOvQcdp_LNq0vq5g9ELRnSP30mo9FPqsqN93r23hGwRc_FcFf1kOnSgGKCJVGvg5QSa9TGwuHZGhvTuieTJtfntn8H8SXvUu9qiSPKyFC5qmmD6qbKPXdIVMHUWzPYhZCk7qsHKBrww9uQdFhKHtjt9nIsD/s4608/IMG_2644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwG9i_B69zFL4ZwM3MhQaucSFg0feyW73vjOvQcdp_LNq0vq5g9ELRnSP30mo9FPqsqN93r23hGwRc_FcFf1kOnSgGKCJVGvg5QSa9TGwuHZGhvTuieTJtfntn8H8SXvUu9qiSPKyFC5qmmD6qbKPXdIVMHUWzPYhZCk7qsHKBrww9uQdFhKHtjt9nIsD/s320/IMG_2644.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And last, but definitely not least, another hornbook from Barbara Jackson. This will go with last year's Littlest Pilgrim hornbook. Actually, I may frame that up and stitch on it a bit today.</div><div><br /></div><div>After I finish unpacking and doing laundry and dealing with re-entry and deciding what to cook for dinner. In short, back to my regular rut.<br /><p><br /></p></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-78781111076503905502024-02-25T18:34:00.000-08:002024-02-25T18:34:23.967-08:00Happy Place<p>I am in my Happy Place.</p><p>Every year at this time, I join a group of stitching friends in Williamsburg for a week. It is a wonderful, enabling, energizing group of people, and I look forward to it all year.</p><p>I decided I was not going to take a class this year. (Having seen the projects now that I'm here, I am kicking myself for making that decision. Oh, well, as with all the projects I love and don't have, if I'm meant to have it, it will come my way somehow.)</p><p>I planned to stitch all week in the aptly named stitching room.</p><p>After two days, I have the green vine for the border across the top of Carmen.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjj36WUBRwHU1PwaI2Kpk0e6ODvTmR6Xh-s4iRcXzjcNmrsmK_0VEAOuF26K2_FlubkolHAwMGjOjGlKfGMErbx99hlsklK-P2PdGYmqUQIRw1Rw7gHSPzUqPFxiu1pNHsy0NMBY3QGUCrkegBbNlrnxp7AG19N1aVuMl27-iqTbI_TgWKduQPFzrsP18/s4608/IMG_2639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjj36WUBRwHU1PwaI2Kpk0e6ODvTmR6Xh-s4iRcXzjcNmrsmK_0VEAOuF26K2_FlubkolHAwMGjOjGlKfGMErbx99hlsklK-P2PdGYmqUQIRw1Rw7gHSPzUqPFxiu1pNHsy0NMBY3QGUCrkegBbNlrnxp7AG19N1aVuMl27-iqTbI_TgWKduQPFzrsP18/s320/IMG_2639.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I've started the next drawn thread band on Love that Red.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaddzq5zysPwTBi5s8X6pzy0TVo74jA7AAUw1wHQEanlJLfcdXoMn1pYAKh1ec2ctcHkHvV4aZnOLavB_IsW5pPkK1HwK213id7VG7OOyLivtXXhDZ1fRUsWdm_lyZSGrpo-ElXC5pAfw3xDFcH5C-h_6d6GhdY3MCY9FoFvoqFxvCetphePVHg6AUAFr/s4608/IMG_2640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaddzq5zysPwTBi5s8X6pzy0TVo74jA7AAUw1wHQEanlJLfcdXoMn1pYAKh1ec2ctcHkHvV4aZnOLavB_IsW5pPkK1HwK213id7VG7OOyLivtXXhDZ1fRUsWdm_lyZSGrpo-ElXC5pAfw3xDFcH5C-h_6d6GhdY3MCY9FoFvoqFxvCetphePVHg6AUAFr/s320/IMG_2640.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It is quite possible that I could have accomplished more stitching in my nest at home. However, a big part of this event is seeing friends I see only here, once a year. And, of course, seeing which projects they brought and hearing about what they've been working on and have been up to since the last time we saw each other. And there are new people, here for the first time, to meet and greet and become friends with.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All in all, a perfect week.</div><p></p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-27691694484724134032024-02-22T12:48:00.000-08:002024-02-22T12:48:57.055-08:00Frustration<p>I am never, ever going to make plans when it comes to my stitching again.</p><p>Never. Ever.</p><p>I was going to post daily progress. That assumes that some needlework is accomplished every day.</p><p>Unless, of course, being a major klutz gets in the way.</p><p>I was carrying laundry upstairs and caught my toe on the edge of the first step. I fell up the stairs, which is better, I suppose, than falling down the stairs, but it meant I twisted my back, whacked my right shoulder on the stair rail, and came down on my left wrist, bending it slightly more than it should perhaps be bent. Nothing is broken or sprained, just twisted, bruised, and sore, but twisted, bruised, and sore enough to make plying a needle uncomfortable. I was out of commission for a couple of days.</p><p>I finally felt like threading a needle, and I finished the one tiny border I had been working on. If you look very, very closely, you may be able to see it.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQamZFivDSvilzBRi2IJVrwrhpfQBtLPq49Qn4nSb8FtKFgsD0RUpJflK_Ohs_juEeONkp8fC4xt6EMaLzcVCx0dXRBFv5jnMdWig5zogu3DUotdl9YUFhNEviNlVLhlLrhCBUwJJoBA3uB6rSXvNMihCFgeLe_4yEKsRu7utNfdtROIHcgW2MGC-SB5E/s4608/IMG_2638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQamZFivDSvilzBRi2IJVrwrhpfQBtLPq49Qn4nSb8FtKFgsD0RUpJflK_Ohs_juEeONkp8fC4xt6EMaLzcVCx0dXRBFv5jnMdWig5zogu3DUotdl9YUFhNEviNlVLhlLrhCBUwJJoBA3uB6rSXvNMihCFgeLe_4yEKsRu7utNfdtROIHcgW2MGC-SB5E/s320/IMG_2638.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> I am leaving on Saturday for a week of stitching with my friends in Williamsburg. BDE is going, too, so it's very definitely a girls' week. Tomorrow I pack, and decide what projects I want to take.<p></p><p>But no plans, or goals, or decisions about the future of each project will be made.</p><p>I may have learned my lesson.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-71683391047397399242024-02-17T14:51:00.000-08:002024-02-17T14:51:12.819-08:00Day by Day<p>I have been working on Carmen for the last couple of days. I know, it isn't in the rotation plan, but after looking at the calendar for the next couple of months, it's going to be hard to keep any kind of schedule. So I'm going to reboot again after my trip in April and we'll see how things go between now and then</p><p>As usual, I always think things are going to take much less time than they actually do. My friend Rachael posted her daily progress on her latest casket on Instagram, and I've decided to try to do the same on the blog as I work on Carmen. If nothing else, I may become more realistic as to what I can do in any given period of time.</p><p>Does this mean I'm going to be monogamous? I don't know if I will succeed, but it's worth a try.</p><p>So here's where I am as of this evening:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSk4Mfb_Rte2HIiygdq1cMVFL4QeRgvrxPozAM_egg0HGB242HTzZlYjmLNXG71DfoqYl3Y9Af_i9fSg9YZh1cjcsfnySDVYvc2caYODzZ6DSjcuwapAK-72MqPLQ__-YLcx9dmKA_ntNgjNbgM0114zoQLIRRXneSf9EID7etkyJFvdcJMxXtsbzZmDNa/s4608/IMG_2637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSk4Mfb_Rte2HIiygdq1cMVFL4QeRgvrxPozAM_egg0HGB242HTzZlYjmLNXG71DfoqYl3Y9Af_i9fSg9YZh1cjcsfnySDVYvc2caYODzZ6DSjcuwapAK-72MqPLQ__-YLcx9dmKA_ntNgjNbgM0114zoQLIRRXneSf9EID7etkyJFvdcJMxXtsbzZmDNa/s320/IMG_2637.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Let's see where I end up at the end of the day tomorrow.<p></p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-29990468449390633802024-02-15T09:09:00.000-08:002024-02-15T09:09:57.013-08:00Real Life<p>When I retired, I thought I would spend the whole day, every day, with needle in my hand.</p><p>HA!</p><p>This past week, I have had my own doctor's appointment and accompanied Dearly Beloved to two of his. DBE had car issues, so I have transported her back and forth and back again, from one garage to the service department at the dealership to home to work, etc. Luckily her car is now repaired (I hope). And we know what's going on with Dearly Beloved and can move forward with a plan.</p><p>However, in the minutes between medical people and car people, I have managed to finish Flowers & Berries. (Keep in mind I thought I would get it all done on Saturday afternoon and this is now Thursday.)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FE-JkCdb6DaYP1j5C54kGtGhwNBradcwr9U-f8yhQdv94vXkCRoCLySk5GfOvfGjsoMX2FP7955FUNIssDbBf_aFFWVe9RzVMzxjlUAVRhKkhrxkWFkUJ-bc9kOexCnZ33L-AI4xD3vPH2Xakpm_fRRNvNlqxY_e3SJDuxevQoLLhVyKfrmQoSr9NJa5/s4608/IMG_2636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FE-JkCdb6DaYP1j5C54kGtGhwNBradcwr9U-f8yhQdv94vXkCRoCLySk5GfOvfGjsoMX2FP7955FUNIssDbBf_aFFWVe9RzVMzxjlUAVRhKkhrxkWFkUJ-bc9kOexCnZ33L-AI4xD3vPH2Xakpm_fRRNvNlqxY_e3SJDuxevQoLLhVyKfrmQoSr9NJa5/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>After a trip to the grocery store this afternoon, I may, quite possibly, have a couple of days I can stitch.</p><p>But I am not planning on it.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-60336266177941418962024-02-09T12:22:00.000-08:002024-02-09T12:22:24.372-08:00Ring Around a Rosy<p> Well, actually, they would have been called pinkes or carnations, but I couldn't think of a blog title with carnations in it, so you got ring around a rosy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAqs41vRBmg-22tVuZgoqllXRc1_NJ_HDDrFllJzcF7LqtqmtSTn1RSWlb-KKzDqzLjjcmzCJ2do0gkmvK-OyM7MMmyE039MxBJW1RJunu6DUpNxWWVcSxxF3MvnYoA7em9uTC3PoyIDZd9NGkIIQ_BPsG4RLv4DgiKCeAVmc9_nT_xa1GLsL5Xf-nsij2/s4608/IMG_2633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAqs41vRBmg-22tVuZgoqllXRc1_NJ_HDDrFllJzcF7LqtqmtSTn1RSWlb-KKzDqzLjjcmzCJ2do0gkmvK-OyM7MMmyE039MxBJW1RJunu6DUpNxWWVcSxxF3MvnYoA7em9uTC3PoyIDZd9NGkIIQ_BPsG4RLv4DgiKCeAVmc9_nT_xa1GLsL5Xf-nsij2/s320/IMG_2633.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>Despite thinking that I would not live long enough to get all the rice stitches done, I persevered and am happy to report I survived. I just have to stitch a different flower in the center and stitch in the date and this band will be done.</p><p>According to the rotation I set up for myself, I should be doing some assembly today and tomorrow. However, I have only one big band left and this can go in the finished column. As I am the boss of me, I believe I will make an exception.</p><p>Actually, I'm thinking I should just set aside one week in the rotation just for finishing. By the time I set up everything--ironing board, sometimes sewing machine, various threads and other finishing materials--it's about time to put it all away.</p><p>It's a thought . . . I will mull over this.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-21506235702748990192024-02-07T13:24:00.000-08:002024-02-07T13:24:50.933-08:00Drowning in Rice<p> I am going to be stitching teeny tiny rice stitches for the next millennium.</p><p>When I pulled Flowers & Berries out of the basket, I had the thought that there wasn't much left to do and I could potentially have a finish this week.</p><p>HA!!</p><p>The big red petals on the eight flowers in this band are worked in rice stitches.</p><p>Over two threads.</p><p>Each of the four tie-down stitches is worked over one thread.</p><p>One thread.</p><p>Granted, I like fiddly little things, but . . . .well, I have no words.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sRN9PAmTlbaqWgi8RfIdh6NdIWBoARueUx1ajMK_Gcn_BxNgX3WGp9IwR9WLK8IowjTndncn1oZGmGFnojZYLf3Ekkx5ntu51SZ_2IfrWkPXW1nduUwEfY2Wl-ZaFCOPMfyJFL12Y6GkF9gVyZCT6Yrub85XEZgF5G46N-IpCosOriqxXQhsWfoL_X_M/s4608/IMG_2632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sRN9PAmTlbaqWgi8RfIdh6NdIWBoARueUx1ajMK_Gcn_BxNgX3WGp9IwR9WLK8IowjTndncn1oZGmGFnojZYLf3Ekkx5ntu51SZ_2IfrWkPXW1nduUwEfY2Wl-ZaFCOPMfyJFL12Y6GkF9gVyZCT6Yrub85XEZgF5G46N-IpCosOriqxXQhsWfoL_X_M/s320/IMG_2632.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>At least I can report that the two motifs for this week's online white work class have been completed with little to no angst.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGl4KHNls9XT3LccTFvW5-MOnxHYQBoAAd8LT3_3ifeadtetsE9JM-slZTaY8bSPGmEwRxBYOpuKiGuAP3SF9M-XocIuDXme9xXzDUFpFzImsDHAJ0LY9nTRibjHkczjb3qnULfLjIKxEPkxCLf8jufAzuvJoQc_VexsU3CwSE6dergArqukySzPY2qxLm/s4608/IMG_2631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGl4KHNls9XT3LccTFvW5-MOnxHYQBoAAd8LT3_3ifeadtetsE9JM-slZTaY8bSPGmEwRxBYOpuKiGuAP3SF9M-XocIuDXme9xXzDUFpFzImsDHAJ0LY9nTRibjHkczjb3qnULfLjIKxEPkxCLf8jufAzuvJoQc_VexsU3CwSE6dergArqukySzPY2qxLm/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>But now I have to go back to rice stitches. Many, many rice stitches.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-53527320758640589762024-02-05T16:52:00.000-08:002024-02-05T16:52:03.935-08:00Life gets in the way . . . <p> Sometimes life gets in the way of stitching, which means life gets in the way of blogging.</p><p>But there were a few things accomplished.</p><p>I decided this is the week to pick a random project to work on, so I pulled Flowers & Berries out of the basket.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUXj25YNA7EByD66WlQF9qSxrgnv6dkkM9G-x1FF7lkMdxwZ8wOoYCmPtvAD1fOvn1_uJH5OgMYlfoPTxDq2reCbvOz6v5epANPeO0yiq7oMExpVAgIx2iHRf_UkMGA3eS3aDEweCb4CLClNnnj19rBwduja6uICAxs3_FYs5Xe1Y_N0UXigNse0ie7bC/s4608/IMG_2629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUXj25YNA7EByD66WlQF9qSxrgnv6dkkM9G-x1FF7lkMdxwZ8wOoYCmPtvAD1fOvn1_uJH5OgMYlfoPTxDq2reCbvOz6v5epANPeO0yiq7oMExpVAgIx2iHRf_UkMGA3eS3aDEweCb4CLClNnnj19rBwduja6uICAxs3_FYs5Xe1Y_N0UXigNse0ie7bC/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>I'm enjoying it, now that I have all those double running "ropes" stitched. I'm going to start working on the flowers that fill four quarters tonight.</p><p>I did a wee bit of finishing over the weekend, and when I say a wee bit, I mean a wee tiny bit.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1o-mygm28rgKg65ksmD-tjGrrBjwxKQrJprOwFIkUkpV_tly7qi4r4KG27tZObfw16YlXUsfXbGim4OZtIzHYuuoPZh-Xvkradm25isQ23CpAYXY2flUYnpfqKl5qvnZmcDTuCHRVBefkv-xOHjGHONGLPJ4hY7sARC0sNvhUlxcSaqN2DsWFMUbnsXy/s4608/IMG_2630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1o-mygm28rgKg65ksmD-tjGrrBjwxKQrJprOwFIkUkpV_tly7qi4r4KG27tZObfw16YlXUsfXbGim4OZtIzHYuuoPZh-Xvkradm25isQ23CpAYXY2flUYnpfqKl5qvnZmcDTuCHRVBefkv-xOHjGHONGLPJ4hY7sARC0sNvhUlxcSaqN2DsWFMUbnsXy/s320/IMG_2630.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>The Orange Coast Sampler Guild decided to disband this year, a sad, sad occasion, but there comes a time in many organizations when there is no one who can take on leadership positions. As a parting gift, members were sent this pin keep, one of Cathe's creations from Needle in a Haystack. It's hard to see, but the logo for the guild has been etched in the surface. The kit included the felt for the inner part of the pinkeep and the thread to attach the front and back discs, so I put it together.</p><p>Hey, it's little, but it's a finish!</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-32514359157397700192024-02-02T09:21:00.000-08:002024-02-02T09:21:46.210-08:00I get it now.<p> I think I understand how rotations can work. I really want to continue with Carmen, but I have to put her away for a bit.</p><p>Here is where she was as of last night:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv90LEq6qp13rcp5e-AgmB0iWvxVQdp5-wTrDUFzA_6h4sqdy7vW6JBcIAFatocDTPh1dTGJDVDqL4ox5IgTzAAunVimKZUWeGJvSRq59itCHsZqISSxkFhQhHi75HeDd9XFcn-9HliAPMndWXoD-8MmYhYtUn4GtIKTUpX-_6TUkVzPuPeeJKOhi_ZhDg/s4608/IMG_2628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv90LEq6qp13rcp5e-AgmB0iWvxVQdp5-wTrDUFzA_6h4sqdy7vW6JBcIAFatocDTPh1dTGJDVDqL4ox5IgTzAAunVimKZUWeGJvSRq59itCHsZqISSxkFhQhHi75HeDd9XFcn-9HliAPMndWXoD-8MmYhYtUn4GtIKTUpX-_6TUkVzPuPeeJKOhi_ZhDg/s320/IMG_2628.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>I am not where I thought I would be. I went gallivanting with Dearly Beloved on Wednesday--this meant an excursion to Wally World and a lovely, romantic lunch at Burger King. When we got home, I fell into a book and didn't dig myself out until almost bedtime. That was not the original plan, but sometimes you need to climb out of the regular rut.</p><p>Today I have half a dozen things sitting on my worktable. I am going to start assembling one of them, once I decide which one to work on.</p><p>I should probably just close my eyes and grab.</p><p></p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-65521791061089774752024-01-30T13:59:00.000-08:002024-01-30T13:59:54.443-08:00Brain Blank<p> When I was setting up my stitching plans, I totally left out my online class.</p><p>Galloping senility.</p><p>Anyway, Tuesdays will now be my class day. That still gives me two days before and two days after for each focus project.</p><p>Today we did eyelets. My first round eyelet came out more like a square than a circle, but the second one is fine. We also did square eyelets, diamond eyelets, and freeform eyelets--the latter requires flexibility and randomness--and I'm not so great on random. Anyway, here's this week's classwork:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbmaf07NCE84p9dyeHddYwapW9FJ3cirIeh5UXYOGHYS7sjODoQZmuA_IDibx7tRZE8lPkzqkCYxG5eb6plBtY-bjIrkDMrzywGklWJ0f5bqw9QEaWYQQMJH9RzUP7BOWaHAXCVvabLf3Y3qrKUECkLso7RgmE-QzQnkcr7DWzLcdvexQktVQisYKyrRt/s4608/IMG_2626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbmaf07NCE84p9dyeHddYwapW9FJ3cirIeh5UXYOGHYS7sjODoQZmuA_IDibx7tRZE8lPkzqkCYxG5eb6plBtY-bjIrkDMrzywGklWJ0f5bqw9QEaWYQQMJH9RzUP7BOWaHAXCVvabLf3Y3qrKUECkLso7RgmE-QzQnkcr7DWzLcdvexQktVQisYKyrRt/s320/IMG_2626.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Before class, aside from baking a loaf of banana bread, I finished the first corner on the first band for Carmen and started one of the dividing bands, mainly because I wanted to get an idea of how wide the average band will be. Actually, I don't think there will be any average band sizes, based on what the charts look like, but I had that idea right before bed last night without looking at the rest of the charts. I looked at the charts after I started the dividing band.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmtKnryXgtqaGBBzx33KZhmg66v2RqRBfxUtG6QqABTzzEB__k619lmXlLOEp-k9MKPNb5d4ucFB9kl_s6mmDTZEgN8oN0ZhgXJ71m6jncmL0qGvF-ZkyM8WhvlVCDRzrUK7GXuGlxO8iLqsKX_q07D3CtDYhKIr4Qn8gNj5Fo0RqPCo93uXQsRG_Ebohr/s4608/IMG_2627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmtKnryXgtqaGBBzx33KZhmg66v2RqRBfxUtG6QqABTzzEB__k619lmXlLOEp-k9MKPNb5d4ucFB9kl_s6mmDTZEgN8oN0ZhgXJ71m6jncmL0qGvF-ZkyM8WhvlVCDRzrUK7GXuGlxO8iLqsKX_q07D3CtDYhKIr4Qn8gNj5Fo0RqPCo93uXQsRG_Ebohr/s320/IMG_2627.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And about that banana bread . . . Dearly Beloved, as I may have mentioned before, does the hunting and gathering thing. In other words, he just loves to go to the grocery store where he wanders the aisles, every single one, and looks at everything. This would drive me crazy--I want to get in and get out--so we do not grocery shop together. However, this means that the man brings home bunches of bananas that would fill King Kong. <div><br /></div><div>I know there's a method in his madness. We cannot eat all of the bananas before they get really, really ripe. I don't care for mushy bananas. Dearly Beloved loves them because that means I am likely to make banana bread out of them. There is a method in his madness.</div><div><br /></div><div>And he thinks I don't know what he's doing.<br /><p><br /></p></div>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-50399607152546110402024-01-29T12:59:00.000-08:002024-01-29T12:59:57.387-08:00New Plans<p> I'm a member of the Western Reserve Sampler Guild, a group of amazing stitchers. Rose is one of the most amazing--she stitches beautiful samplers and gets more done in a year than almost everyone else I know. She had mentioned that she uses a rotation system, and I asked her how she set it up.</p><p>Keep in mind that I've tried a number of rotations and failed--and I mean Epic Fails--with all of them.</p><p>Rose works on a different sampler each week in the month. She has five going at the moment. She works in each one for its assigned week. On the last day, she packs up that sampler, and sets up the next so it's ready to go when she wants to start stitching the next day.</p><p>I'm going to try something along those lines. </p><p>My week is going to be Sunday through Thursday. Because I am tired of moving the finishing baskets from one spot to another, I'm working on finishing on Friday afternoons and Saturdays until I get some finish-finishes completed.</p><p>My schedule is going to be wonky for February, March, and April because I have three trips planned, but otherwise, at the moment. I'm working on Carmen and Harmony, then I'm going to have a miscellaneous week--that's when I will pull one of the four projects out of the basket that are close to completion and work on it. I'm not assigning just one because I know having that flexibility may just be the thing that keep me going on this rotation.</p><p>Anyway, this is Carmen's week. And this is where I am at the moment.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1DHj8FMagxUyp0WMOVvVBH19CFOCXaTU1ufPpBpTA7fNdHh9NtBb8u5H6bPE1v3MOh7dZRmyYI7MmAx9pSY6nYTEDpLPX3H0cplnhSwREM2zEarXt96055GESpSTw0xzYpWrWP5N_mbSiFGrnFaowWqygj5yCav_3ubptA82AdqmLB6gJu4b184VD6Fe/s4608/IMG_2625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1DHj8FMagxUyp0WMOVvVBH19CFOCXaTU1ufPpBpTA7fNdHh9NtBb8u5H6bPE1v3MOh7dZRmyYI7MmAx9pSY6nYTEDpLPX3H0cplnhSwREM2zEarXt96055GESpSTw0xzYpWrWP5N_mbSiFGrnFaowWqygj5yCav_3ubptA82AdqmLB6gJu4b184VD6Fe/s320/IMG_2625.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Notice that little zigzag line along the perimeter? That took most of yesterday. As just one more example of how everything takes much longer than I think it should, I figured I'd have it knocked out in a couple of hours. Multiply that by--well, never mind, it's an embarrassing amount of time.</p><p>Wish me luck. I REALLY want to get some major projects finished this year instead of my usual scattershot approach which results in loads of UFOs and very few FFOs.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-87543715002346102272024-01-28T09:07:00.000-08:002024-01-28T09:07:52.910-08:00Rebooting<p> I've decided I need to reboot the year. January has been a wash-out in more ways than one, with none of the goals I wanted to accomplish actually accomplished.</p><p>The medical people are tweaking my thyroid meds again, since the change instituted in September when they lowered the dosage lowered it too much. That is probably a major reason why my get-up-and-go got-up-and-went, taking my stitching mojo with it.</p><p>On the positive side, so far I've managed to stay current with my online whitework class. Granted, we've only had two classes, but I'm looking for a win here. </p><p>And I have finished the first motif on Carmen.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5b_2F9wiCOlIssG0D_tb-8SiBPIeqgM3vnnc5SFSjzmdUHX9NO8WUz_67HLcy1JGyy8ymJ5AThuASgmWXSre2ORKvf1P1zbpayy06sK689FnV_pRQd-3WdB4Pp12bZUjDTlncW-GiRmphO-JRlcqWzG0bFCs5jLhqg9_jac2aRbBj0IIO7za5mCqMcOI/s4608/IMG_2624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5b_2F9wiCOlIssG0D_tb-8SiBPIeqgM3vnnc5SFSjzmdUHX9NO8WUz_67HLcy1JGyy8ymJ5AThuASgmWXSre2ORKvf1P1zbpayy06sK689FnV_pRQd-3WdB4Pp12bZUjDTlncW-GiRmphO-JRlcqWzG0bFCs5jLhqg9_jac2aRbBj0IIO7za5mCqMcOI/s320/IMG_2624.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>My photography does not do it justice. I am so very, very pleased with the way it turned out, mainly because I managed to do it on 46 count linen AND I managed to divide a strand of Soie Perlee into three strands without creating a tangled mess and losing my mind in the process.</p><p>I think I need to spend today organizing myself and deciding--again--what I really want to work on and how I want to tackle it. The pile of UFOs is getting higher, and I need to get some things finished and out of that pile.</p><p>Wish me luck!</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-4728273423190514812024-01-25T11:41:00.000-08:002024-01-25T11:41:43.983-08:00White Stuff<p> No snow, but more whitework.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGLy8ogfVHKsvAGb4DT7vsoKRFEuFQivc5aOV7yDhR6Vm8g9rBqN1ggjA-Px-HW7ZgjgB1c6yMRd9tZfLIH0fLZnarNrRYig4dzPN0YrEbDg7Gb6ndV4BX-PzK3qfscoPykqATYR8UPaxD-WvHVvhLyjMGoxOlc3hKEKnVk6PdxylhwPmswCdtOaPuZVOX/s4608/IMG_2622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGLy8ogfVHKsvAGb4DT7vsoKRFEuFQivc5aOV7yDhR6Vm8g9rBqN1ggjA-Px-HW7ZgjgB1c6yMRd9tZfLIH0fLZnarNrRYig4dzPN0YrEbDg7Gb6ndV4BX-PzK3qfscoPykqATYR8UPaxD-WvHVvhLyjMGoxOlc3hKEKnVk6PdxylhwPmswCdtOaPuZVOX/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>This week's whitework class motifs. All three motifs are the same four-sided stitch--the placement creates different lacy effects. How cool is that?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIfs-oGe0_iMd9F7pTa8Kx9ge2Lsm0J7za33S4taCo3XXk8dUS5JstwagDN2Xisu1dzt_ZRcHxK7VYyHpzzXOrsgPCyAnAai64s_wu4DQpEM3PyFT_bYAFaOuzjm2_LYqo3Z3x6IQNkn2UUe5J2pmW8WK1U6O2HJ9ThsBMASsyNwIshn3_80sxJhmVw9A9/s4608/IMG_2623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIfs-oGe0_iMd9F7pTa8Kx9ge2Lsm0J7za33S4taCo3XXk8dUS5JstwagDN2Xisu1dzt_ZRcHxK7VYyHpzzXOrsgPCyAnAai64s_wu4DQpEM3PyFT_bYAFaOuzjm2_LYqo3Z3x6IQNkn2UUe5J2pmW8WK1U6O2HJ9ThsBMASsyNwIshn3_80sxJhmVw9A9/s320/IMG_2623.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>And a couple more bands on Love That Red. I think the bottom one is way cool, actually.</p><p>If I work at it, it is possible that I could finish the stitching for Love That Red this weekend. This would mean that I'd have to be a monogamous stitcher for a few days. I don't do monogamy well. Other than in my almost 48 years of marriage, of course.</p><p>That's enough monogamy for anyone!</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-48737649834680705412024-01-22T15:24:00.000-08:002024-01-22T15:24:39.293-08:00Just in Time<p> Just in time for tomorrow's online class, I finished last week's two motifs and got ready to stitch tomorrow's.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5UtpcjxNFdNwQWRH5omm70Lh2i2L9tAuEoG_j4ZpfzvSqR2jM8BydUHhD4d3ja5RehYn-XnUGXYoyeg3GwkFiNiAENAbd-jbSaLMTQBA-ik6UVzMNQFUrObVUWjEukLeOchxPTbiyVfCrdQ7zMdroV6Y5y4lHLn7DDmYbD1YMNEARsTe7aaVEjKk3rYwC/s4608/IMG_2621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5UtpcjxNFdNwQWRH5omm70Lh2i2L9tAuEoG_j4ZpfzvSqR2jM8BydUHhD4d3ja5RehYn-XnUGXYoyeg3GwkFiNiAENAbd-jbSaLMTQBA-ik6UVzMNQFUrObVUWjEukLeOchxPTbiyVfCrdQ7zMdroV6Y5y4lHLn7DDmYbD1YMNEARsTe7aaVEjKk3rYwC/s320/IMG_2621.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>I will really be glad when I can wash away the blue marking pen. For one thing, if this is a fine point, I'd hate to see a regular or thick point. For another, the ink seems to spread through the linen fibers and blotch.</p><p>Obviously a first world problem.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-51551219837643034712024-01-21T15:59:00.000-08:002024-01-21T15:59:38.791-08:00Zooming around<p> When you spend a total of over six hours on Zoom stitch-ins in one weekend, you get some significant stitching done.</p><p>Today I stitched with EGA's MAR region members (I'm one, too, now that I've joined a chapter in the region) and got this done on Love That Red.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusnANldLcGKnufjIiaMYMfgPuYpXwte2DmbEckWHe9z1lzlJ9ve5pWQ7U-ho0C3SiWqkf-jZNGBnIEUr0WDVoGyS5Gwgt8PLvyuk0YJm6pxieYzTFKWx90wN7-bf9p3j6CpIKtcHDz7GeThb9XeY81Alj8KaGJ2wb-YKdzRbKIRv46bpJXtAtESK6S5dw/s4608/IMG_2619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusnANldLcGKnufjIiaMYMfgPuYpXwte2DmbEckWHe9z1lzlJ9ve5pWQ7U-ho0C3SiWqkf-jZNGBnIEUr0WDVoGyS5Gwgt8PLvyuk0YJm6pxieYzTFKWx90wN7-bf9p3j6CpIKtcHDz7GeThb9XeY81Alj8KaGJ2wb-YKdzRbKIRv46bpJXtAtESK6S5dw/s320/IMG_2619.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>This thing is absolutely going to need some significant pressing when it's stitched.</p><p>And don't worry about the knots and other messes on the edges outside of the red perimeter row. I've had questions about that very thing. When I finish the stitching, there will be a lining with a self binding on the long sides, so all will be encased and covered.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-44480286701207261382024-01-20T14:09:00.000-08:002024-01-20T14:09:32.767-08:00Frozen<p> The weather is frigid and Miss Crankypants doesn't care for it. </p><p>I didn't stitch yesterday because, with everything I have that I want to stitch, I didn't want to work on any of it. I was downstairs most of the day, and our first floor is significantly colder than the second--probably that open floor plan that makes this area about as cavernous as a barn and about as hard to heat.</p><p>I mentioned to Dearly Beloved that we could move the Dazor upstairs and I could stitch in bed, which is the one place that is currently cozy and warm. He stated firmly that he would prefer that our bed remain a needle-free zone, and I do have to admit I understand his point of view.</p><p>Today I had two online stitch-ins, one with the Carolinas Region of EGA, the other a special interest group sponsored by EGA that focuses on surface stitching.</p><p>While I was in the Region stitch-in, I finished another band of drawn thread for Love That Red.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwmBqyJ5Zwta1S9_h0I1odnDoeouVO9Sv-uxmwrRKnstwTEKILVxXUs6lfI3WkzW_C3my1IJlZ82Gs6pgCR8pmzwlEEKTR5A1aNYr-YMLQgl8Ph_-eQlbnVZ5DlF5Py7gn0nVwaTYy9_jHmh8_j8f0JmD8x3Ga3ub8dxJsGZdvg341DxhPNnnWqx3cc-k/s4608/IMG_2618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwmBqyJ5Zwta1S9_h0I1odnDoeouVO9Sv-uxmwrRKnstwTEKILVxXUs6lfI3WkzW_C3my1IJlZ82Gs6pgCR8pmzwlEEKTR5A1aNYr-YMLQgl8Ph_-eQlbnVZ5DlF5Py7gn0nVwaTYy9_jHmh8_j8f0JmD8x3Ga3ub8dxJsGZdvg341DxhPNnnWqx3cc-k/s320/IMG_2618.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>I worked on a Christmas ornament during the surface embroidery stitch-in, but at the moment it doesn't look like much other than a bunch of leaves, and I didn't take a picture of it.</p><p>I believe tonight I'll try to get another band of drawn thread done. At some point, I need to work on my online whitework class. I have homework, and I need to finish last week's motifs.</p><p>But not today. Miss Crankypants isn't in the mood to think that much.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-88058832584671129342024-01-18T15:20:00.000-08:002024-01-18T15:20:07.037-08:00Pretty colors<p> I pulled threads to do the last detached elements on Lesson Two of the Harmony casket. They are so pretty!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67Rly_7pLdHpgg4mVxKGINRNjIJvwJ4LeBpVqSVr_dYuH97SkIDzwA_7BU5q0be3UZo91hYl0L6eyUfhhyDHaCrkpIKZ5tJ-41r21B7hNRviP1ohKkrzJeOair_xKTADuGzaUzANMys24qyXFBvKoJjmp8pdBa8xvR7dhSmzCnkvL2fSFPICqIUt6Ikck/s4608/IMG_2617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67Rly_7pLdHpgg4mVxKGINRNjIJvwJ4LeBpVqSVr_dYuH97SkIDzwA_7BU5q0be3UZo91hYl0L6eyUfhhyDHaCrkpIKZ5tJ-41r21B7hNRviP1ohKkrzJeOair_xKTADuGzaUzANMys24qyXFBvKoJjmp8pdBa8xvR7dhSmzCnkvL2fSFPICqIUt6Ikck/s320/IMG_2617.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>I thought I had already pulled them when I pulled all the other threads for the first two lessons. I was in error, which meant I had to dig through three big bins of threads (yes, I'm a threadaholic). Actually, that was a lot of fun--all the pretty colors!--but by the time I finished locating the one spool that was buried in the very bottom of the third bin, I didn't feel like stitching.</p><p>I think I need to sort the threads into smaller containers, but I can't decide if I want to sort by type or color.</p><p>Maybe I'll pull a Scarlet and think about that tomorrow.</p><p>In other news, my former employer has asked me to do some product testing. I said I would, but it means that my January plans have, once again, gone off-track. Maybe I'll just start my new year in February.</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-84161429589869564002024-01-17T17:55:00.000-08:002024-01-17T17:55:03.885-08:00Red and White<p> Having finally finished the model I was working on, I went back to Love That Red.</p><p>Except, at the moment, most of what I'm doing is white drawn thread.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTiK4JXJ7k997ObJ5RGd5LLS84fbVOOADgZ2qqcYHWejvAVxDeRKsU4z23uhh5Cc959c99bE1XwO_JXtDtVPXczEpZcfsf-LEpckOIQkKm0RItD9twZo6Fb6SpZuHg9TVWzFlTOalBSnZZCv-t_Ho-KLjhIK7VXrSNRVUTGoqr_o7qykC4uwRyAQQaDIO/s4608/IMG_2616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTiK4JXJ7k997ObJ5RGd5LLS84fbVOOADgZ2qqcYHWejvAVxDeRKsU4z23uhh5Cc959c99bE1XwO_JXtDtVPXczEpZcfsf-LEpckOIQkKm0RItD9twZo6Fb6SpZuHg9TVWzFlTOalBSnZZCv-t_Ho-KLjhIK7VXrSNRVUTGoqr_o7qykC4uwRyAQQaDIO/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>There seems to be a pattern--no pun intended--but right now, I do seem to be doing a lot of whitework. I just wish we would get a pretty snow to go with my white threads. I know that people in the rest of the country wish the snow would go away, but we're having totally frigid temps with nothing to show for it. This is the South, and we don't usually get snow--but we also don't get winter weather that actually acts like winter.</p><p>I'm wearing two pairs of socks, for heaven's sake!</p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549190721902314331.post-41008228663327321422024-01-16T18:33:00.000-08:002024-01-16T18:33:45.197-08:00Invisible<p>I hoped to show you some pulled work today, since that's what we're doing in my online deep dive whitework class this term.</p><p>However, I learned something new today. All the pulled work classes I have taken in the past never mentioned working a row of double running around the perimeter of the motif to stabilize the fabric. Today I learned that was a good thing, and that it was also a very good thing to be sure to pierce the linen threads for additional stability. Very sharp needle. Very white thread on very white fabric.</p><p>White thread on white fabric.</p><p>Pretty much invisible.</p><p>It appeared that most of the people in the class were able to tootle right along and get that perimeter stitched for each of the motifs we were to do. Then they were able to work the pulled stitches in the center of the motif. </p><p>I was not one of them, so all I have to show are those invisible perimeter stitches. I guess you can't show something that's invisible.</p><p><br /></p>Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594062765497139363noreply@blogger.com2