Sep 20, 2017
Sep 19, 2017
Six month checkup and cleaning today! My teeth are about the only thing not falling apart on me, so I suppose I should take good care of them.
(And it's a requirement of the transplant protocol!)
Here's a little update on Red Velvet Cake:
Hmmmm. Wonder what's up with that?!
Grocery guild tonight! I am really looking forward to seeing my stitchy compatriots and catching up on all of the latest news!
Happy, happy Tuesday Dearies!
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 7, 2017
I managed to remove all of the incorrect stitches last night while watching a documentary on The Notorious Biggie Smalls.
(Can I just state once and for all and for the record in perpetuity that I am, without doubt, the UNhipest spinster on the planet?)
There are entire worlds of culture that are completely forgeign to me because I have somehow managed to remain a Barry Manilow girl in a Tupak Shakur world. Entire generations have passed me by without a second thought as to the signifigance of their likes and dislikes...hopes and dreams...achievements and failures.
In short...I have become one of the old man Muppets in the balcony of the theater griping about kids these days and their crazy shows.
And so we return to the land of Make Believe, or what I like to call the happy quiet life of a happy quiet spinster.
(Who still, by the way, loves her some Barry Manilow.)
I'll smoosh the linen back into place later, but here is the piece as it stands today:
Off to appointments and then the grocery today. I didn't go yesterday because I just didn't feel up to it, but the fridge is looking rather bare so it's time to pull my socks up and go.
Happy Thursday, Dearies. Do something fun and come tell me all about it!
Sep 6, 2017
My day turned out to be a little unexpected yesterday, so I didn't ever make it to the Happy Chair or to the de-stitching of Red Velvet Cake. Today, though, I am determined to do so despite not following any sort of plan that I had previously concocted whatsoever at all.
I do find it totally hilarious that the prospect of removing all of that work has not sent me round the bend in the least little bit. A sign of maturity? Or maybe the memory of the hours of watching hunky dunks has acted as kind of a sedative.
Hmmmmm. I might be on to something.
But I do think I need to re-tailor my stitchy time more appropriately to watch/listen to stuff I've already seen when stitching something that requires concentration. THAT is the sign of maturity right there, I suppose. Not being able to multi-task like I used to!
After a good hot scrubby shower I am off to the grocery armed with nothing but my wits and a Starbucks for company! Here's hoping that your corner of the world is equally as stimulating!
Sep 5, 2017
OK. Confession time.
As you know, I started Red Velvet Cake over the weekend and (thanks to Miss Lori) discovered that I made a huge mistake and would now need to frog the entire darn tootin thing today.
But you know what?
I am not at all upset about this, because the mistake was made because I was completely distracted.
At first, I thought that my mind was pre-occupied with memories of my Little:
Then I thought that maybe I was caught in a loop of Jeffrey Dean Morgan proportions:
Methinks there might be another reason for my total distractedness. The reason why I was able to stitch an entire section of a piece completely wrong, be shown the error of my ways, and then just shrug, sigh, and go to bed and sleep peacefully well.
How the heck did I go this long without a little of THIS in my life?!
For those of you that live under the same big fat moss-covered rock that I did...my new boyfriend's name is Jamie Fraser. He's an 18th century Scottsman who lives in the Highlands, wears a kilt, and is waiting for me.
Jeffrey, of course, is completely understanding and will happily wait right here for me until I return. He's a modern man and accepts the idea of his wife having an affair of the heart every now and then.
After all...he's had to share me with this handsome little fellow for quite a while now:
Fortunately, my heart is big enough for all three of them, and due to circumstances they are not likely to ever be in the same place at the same time. Between 1700's Scotland, present day Hoosierville, and wherever it is that Stewey has gotten himself off to, I think I'm safe for now.
But...my needlework is not and must be attended to forthwith. I am going to give it my undivided attention this afternoon and then we'll see about getting it re-started on the right track later this evening.
So that's it for now. Just a hapless smitten spinster and her seam ripper today, Dearies. Hope your corner of the world is happy and peaceful and full of all of the things that make your heart go pitty pat!
Thanks to the eagle eye of Miss Lori, all of this will be coming out tomorrow:
See the mistake?
When I made a copy of the chart I didn't eliminate the overlap.
But...how freaking cool is it that a fellow stitcher was willing to help me save myself from disaster?
Thank you again, dear Miss Lori!
Sep 4, 2017
Red Velvet Cake.
By Cheryl Granda of Glendon Place fame.
I'm stitching this on the called-for 28ct Opal fabric from Picture This Plus in 2/2 with Dinky Dyes silks.
I was inspired to stitch this by a piece that a fellow stitcher had finished and framed at the House of Stitches. And then...just to make it even sweeter...when I went to collect the kit, I discovered that it had been gifted to me by another fellow stitcher!
There are several different patterns in this series, but this one struck my fancy the most. I am, though, having so much fun stitching it that I might consider the others!
If you're celebrating such...Happy Labor Day. I had contemplated a pool weekend, but so far I haven't made it out if the big girl sleigh bed or Happy Chair. I seem to be perfectly happy frittering the days away with Claire and Jamie and iced tea and stitching for company!
Dale M asked about Stewey's place here at CS2.
Damn, I miss that little dog.
Puzzles and a second cup of coffee await. I'm getting a late start today, but figure that's exactly what a holiday Monday is for...right?
Sep 2, 2017
Needle Delights Originals
18ct mono canvas
Caron Watercolours, Vineyard Silks, Caron Waterlilies, Kreinik #12
I had some questions about the stitching mechanics of this piece. This is called counted canvas work, and you begin with a blank piece of canvas and build the design based on a chart. In this case, each little block is charted out with the stitch diagram as well as the thread that is to be used. The directions are very clear and the individual blocks are well charted, so if you are thinking about doing this piece as a beginner you shouldn't have any problems.
One tip that I used (from Miss Joyce in Library Guild) was to copy the chart and separate the little blocks so that they could be attached to the canvas (as opposed to the whole sheet) for easier stitching:
I'm not sure what's next, but am happy to count this as another finish for the year!
Two more rows until a Poppers happy dance! I'm sure that this will happen sometime this afternoon...I have plans to enjoy a quiet stitchy day today right after I accomplish a few chores.
Still enjoying Outlander. Thanks for the book rec...I might have to jump in to reading them later this Fall. For now, though, I am mid-way through The Ministry of Utmost Happiness by Arundhati Roy.
My kidney appointment went very well...numbers are all stable and I am holding my own it would seem. I will continue to limp along until things become too dangerous to do so, and then I will either start dialysis or head to Indianapolis. I've cleared all of the hurdles on my side...now we just need to get my sister through the process. In the meantime, though, I am learning how to be a patient patient and just following orders and being very thankful I am here to complain about it all. 😬
Stewey has been in my dreams almost every night this week. I have only had a few little meltdowns missing him, but I understand now that they will hit me in waves or at unexpected times. I wonder what he would have thought of the new place and whether or not he would have vetoed the placement of the Happy Chair. I think he would have been OK with the overall scheme, but know that he would probably miss watching his birds and squirrels and deer and racoons at the feeders. I have a collection of photos of him ready to frame...maybe it's time to get that done!
Kind of rambly today, Dearies. Sorry about that, but writing this here blog is the equivalent of a visit and cup of coffee with you, I think. My Grandma Loukos had a lady friend (named either Pearl or Opal, I can't remember), and they would chat on the phone each day and share the news. I can still see Grandma standing in the kitchen in her housecoat and slippers with her coffee cup and the phone to her ear chatting about this and that while the world went by.
OK...back to reality. The families across the courtyard are getting their days started. I can hear one mom hollering at her little ones in Mandarin and another in Spanish. It's really funny when both families meet up in the yard below to play "baseball". The moms try to coach and teach the little ones what to do with lots of hand gestures and yelling, and the kids all huddle together and giggle.
One last pool day tomorrow. It's a little cool for it today, but tomorrow promises to be almost 80. I have scoped out the fitness center here in the complex and have also looked at a beautiful place just a mile or so away that has an indoor pool for the winter. With a doctor's rec and my insurance discount, the monthly fees will be very manageable and I will be able to continue my floating, so that is a very happy thing indeed! I am also contemplating taking some yoga (!) classes at the place just downstairs!
I'm telling ya...by the time this thing is over you aren't going to recognize me!
September nails are ready. This is kind of a coppery redish brown color called "Hand Fired".
Sep 1, 2017
So here we are on September 1 already! I know that everybody says it, but where has this year gone already?!
In an effort to get back into routine, I have decided that it's time to start taking better care of the small stuff. Like making the bed each day. And drinking more water. And being better about taking care of my poor old dried out skin.
The price was right...free after I used my $5 gift card...so you can't beat that, right? I applied a thick layer last night before bedtime and have to say that thus far I am pretty happy with the results. I know that it's probably not the best lotion on the planet, but...baby steps.
I started binge-watching Outlander last night in anticipation of the Season Three premiere on September 10. I made it through the first three episodes...only twenty-six more to go!
Poppers is coming along...only three more rows and it will be finished!
So that's the Friday report from the friendly confines of the Happy Chair, my Dearies. I have a haircut appointment at 1:15 and then it's off to the grocery for a few provisions for the long holiday weekend. Nothing special on the menu...I still don't have an appetite to speak of, but maybe something good will strike my fancy!
Hope your Friday is perfectly perfect in every way!
Aug 30, 2017
I think I need to re-name this the "squirrel" project.
Every time I sit down to play with it, I seem to get distracted by something shiny.
Today will be a quiet day. Labwork and a few errands and then a nap. I feel a bit punk today, but know that it is probably just a hemoglobin issue again since I am due for a big fat dose of Aranesp on Friday. Hopefully it will kick in just in time for me to enjoy the holiday weekend.
My heart and prayers are with the folks in the flooded areas of the US, and if anybody out there knows of someone in need of shelter for a bit (and they can get to Indiana)...my house is yours. I would invite y'all to come to CS2, but it might get a little crowded in the big girl sleigh bed.
That's about it for today, Dearies. I hope that your Wednesday is swell and that you'll do something fun. Don't forget to come tell me all about it.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 28, 2017
But not the kind you normally think of. This is me, after all. The healthiest sick person on the planet, who behaves as though she were a triathalon training nun on an organic kale farm.
Nope, my hangover is of the TeeVee variety.
I binge-watched twenty-four episodes of Billions in the last week and came to the conclusion of Season Two at about 11:00 last night. If you've never seen or heard of it...it is a series on Showtime that takes place in the financial/legal world, and it's like watching a big fat complicated chess match.
I don't know how to play chess, and that world is completely foreign to me, so by the time an episode is finished I have a headache from trying to keep up.
But it's riveting stuff and I can't wait to see what happens in Season Three.
And if that weren't enough for my tiny little brain to handle...I decided to watch the season finale of Game of Thrones...yet another chess match and story line that has kept me totally enthralled.
Needless to say, not much stitching was accomplished. I think I finished about three little blocks on Poppers before I realized that my attention needed to be 100% focused on the darn TeeVee.
Today is paperwork, budget, and bill paying day. I will sit at the kitchen table and shuffle paper around until my eyes cross and then it will be time for a nap.
Hope your Monday is swell and that your very own week has started on a good note! Do something fun and come tell me all about it!
Aug 27, 2017
It was almost 9pm before I put needle in hand last night. I spent the better part of the day looking at my WIPs wondering what would blow my skirt up, and nothing really did.
Poppers did the trick, though, so I think I might stick with it until completed. Only six rows to go, after all!
Needle Delights Originals
18ct mono canvas
Watercolours, Vineyard Silk, Kreinik
P.S. WEEK FIVE...NO NEW YORK TIMES AGAIN TODAY.
Aug 26, 2017
When the hankering hits to sit on the floor and play with your stitching, you just go with it. I decided to pull my WIPs out of the studio and spread them out all over the living room floor.
After the first sort...
Counted canvas WIPs:
Now I'm going to go through each category and sort them accoring to season. Or how much I have left to go. Or which ones are calling to me or are my favorites. Or alphabetically.
Haven't decided the final criteria just yet, but I'm sure it will come to me.
I also have a pile of new things that I would like to start...like Coffee Quaker and Red Velvet Cake. Those, I think, will go into my "working" basket, aka The Spinster Stitcher Basket 'O Stitchy Fun.
The only downside to doing this is that I want to run out to the Targets to buy big matching baskets to put all of this in. I am trying very hard to exercise restraint, but the idea of having all of these perfectly organized in matching baskets makes my heart go pitty pat.
OK...back to the sandbox.
How's your Saturday so far?
Aug 25, 2017
Sorry for the hashed metaphors there, Dearies, but I have received so many emails expressing concern that I wanted to send you into your weekend with the reassurance that all is well.
All is well.
August was an incredibly active month for me. Between the retreat, dinners, appointments, and my new adventures at the pool, this butterfly was social indeed.
And that, my friends, just positively exhausts me.
Now that I'm older, I realize that it's perfectly OK to be an introvert and painfully shy and a complete and total social misfit. You might remember that there was a period of time there when I didn't leave Chez Spinster for weeks and weeks at a time and that I could go a month or longer without any human contact at all.
In the old days, when the world became too much with me, I would just announce a blog break and then just stop writing altogether. Now, though, I have come to rely on a daily check in as a means to follow my progress or to record whatever shenangin has come at me most recently.
But sometimes I need to de-people. I need to pull up my little shell and go quiet and get back into my head and just re-charge my rusty old battery. The hyena (remember him?!) used to berate me for this and tell me that wanting to be alone was an illness and that I had to change it. Well-meaning relatives sent me articles about agoraphobia and told me to join a dating site, and people that didn't know me at all commented that it just wasn't normal to want to stay at home on a weekend with stitching and books and Ina episodes for company.
You, dear friends, get me though. And you know not to take it personally and that my ego is still big enough that it requires a daily dose of Spinster Nation and all of the love, joy, and happiness that brings.
I'm stitching and reading and binge-watching and cooking and floating and sleeping and re-charging. Next week will be full again with labwork and meetings and visits with the transplant team. The weekend, however, is still going to be quiet...sushi for dinner tonight, playtime in the studio tomorrow, and hopefully a warm and sunny pool day on Sunday.
So that's it for now. Nothing dramatic or life-changing just yet. Just me...being me.
I hope that your weekend is off to a swell start and that whatever it is your heart desires comes to you in spades! Do something fun, or quiet, or people-ly, or non people-ly and come tell me all about it!
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 20, 2017
My Sunday started with the same routine...wake up, stumble to the door saying "Please, please, please be there" while fervently hoping for the Sunday New York Times, opening said door to find The South Bend Tribune only, sorting meds for the week, making a cup of damn good, and then getting on the phone with my besties to report yet another missed delivery.
(For the record, we are 0-4 here at CS2, and I am seriously considering signing up for a paper route just so I can be assured to get a freakin' paper.)
My friend Barney called, and after a nice long chat I decided to head to the pool, when the phone rang again. This time it was my sister. She needed a place to hang out for a few hours, so we met at the house and she did a quick load of laundry while I played with Bosco. It was unexpected...but a very happy surprise indeed.
But that wasn't the best part.
On the way back to CS2, I pulled through the Starbucks drive through to grab a smoked turkey protein box and an iced tea. I had one last week and enjoyed it so thoroughly that I decided to try it again for a light lunch poolside.
Damn, drat, and phooey...they don't serve protein boxes on Sundays.
But do you know what they DO serve...right there with the Venti iced black tea?
The Sunday New York Times.
Right there at the Starbucks drive through window...just like it was waiting for me to pull on in, make a healthy meal selection, and then reward me for being such a damn trooper over missing the smoked turkey protein box.
(For the record...I'm not even sure I LIKE turkey, but this is a tiny little smoked turkey sandwich on some kind of flatbread, with roasted red peppers, lettuce, swiss, and some kind of spicy spread. They serve it in a little box with baby carrots and apple slices.)
(Can I get a round of applause, please, that THIS is a contemplated choice for me in lieu of a double cheeseburger and fries from Five Guys?!)
(What HAPPENED to me, I ask, that I'm eating protein boxes from Starbucks now instead of the left side of the menu at the Burger King!!?)
Lunch turned out to be a peanut butter bagel instead, and then I hightailed it over to the pool and did my happy manatee thing until it was time to come home and think about dinner.
Quiet, happy, blissful, Sunday in these here parts. I'm going to get some laundry sploshing and then pick up a little more stitching before bed.
I hope that your weekend was swell and that the week ahead is full of fun. Tomorrow is eclipse day here in the US. Got your glasses ready?
Aug 19, 2017
But first...a matter of housekeeping.
"Unknown", thanks to a lovely email, is now known to me, and although I do appreciate the fact that Spinster Nation rallied to my defense and made me feel like Taylor Swift Her Very Self with her very own Girl Squad...please re-holster your weapons and save them for another day or whenever Betty rears her pointy little head again.
Unknown is actually one of us and is a friend that I have corresponded with for several years now. And as I said in my email to her, I feel thankful that she was kind enough and brave enough to check me on something that she felt strongly about. She, too, is undergoing some big hard things at the moment, and I would imagine that in a moment of frustration decided to let her keyboard do the talking. She feels terrible the she did so and has apologized profusely and I have accepted that apology. Period.
So..thank you for your strident defense, but for now, dear friends...all is well.
And as for me handling my life with grace and dignity...all I can say about that is, thank your lucky stars that you are one of the poor souls (like Misses Charlene, Jane, Connie, Beth, Katy, Chris, Margaret, Myrtis, Andrea, Julia, Cathy or Joyce) that has to put up with my incessant blathering about this that and the other on and on ad nasuem amen.
(But I will admit that I read your comments sometimes and almost feel like I might have a shot at semi-normal well-adjustedness any day now!)
Today was stitching with Missie Jane at her church, followed by a wonderful afternoon with Miss Charlene and Miss Beth. I made it home a few minutes ago and am pondering a float in the pool before tonight's stitching will commence.
I'm playing with Summer at Cherry Hill and still really enjoying it. Here's a little progress pic:
So that's the report for today. I hope your Saturday is swell and that your needles are flying! Come tell me all about it!
Aug 18, 2017
Hmmmm....so many thoughts on the comments and emails I received in response to my book party at the pool.
Firsty, though, thank you for your level-headed concern and advice with respects to me being the lone adult. It was actually my conern too...not because I didn't want to share the pool with the kids, but because I really was terrified that I was in no way physically equipped to perform any form of life-saving measures should they be necessary.
As for the predator risk...my mind never went there, but it's a sad reality that I need to pay better attention to the fact that I'm not some cartoon character chubby friendly spinster...I am a stranger and need to remember that it's just not OK to engage a kid without his adult present.
I did talk to the complex manager today. Turns out that the group of kids that caused all of the commotion doesn't actually live here. They were somehow related to a friend of a grandparent (?) who basically dropped them off for the last few days. The resident that lives adjacent to the pool had already been in several times to complain, and the maintenance guy reported all of the damage that had been done, so everybody was aware.
(FYI...the pool rules are cleary posted. No lifeguard on duty. No swimming alone. No children under the ago of 14 without an adult. Non-swimmers and children must always be accompanied by an adult.)
Finally...I really hope that I didn't mislead anybody with respects to my feelings about being around little kids. As a matter of fact, my very favorite sound on this planet (right after Stewey barking at his Doozie ball) is the sound of children laughing, playing, and having fun.
But these kids were't doing that. They were screaming and acting poorly and causing a problem. Period. And because I have the personality I do and am apparently incapable of confrontation...I did the best I could.
Today's outing was the exact opposite of the last few days, and believe it or not, still involved children. This time, my swimming companion was my new friend Emma, her infant brother Owen, and their mom Jessica. Emma is three and wears a pink polka-dot bathing suit with matching hat and sunglasses, and she gets so excited that's she's swimming that she laughs and giggles and then swallows half of the pool water as she does so. I gotta tell you, though...this kid is a trooper because no matter how many times she coughed up a lung, those giggles never stopped.
Owen had some kind of gizmo that allowed him to float around in the water with a little sun shade over him. I think the thing even had a drink holder on it! Can you imagine the possibilities if they made those for adults?! Add an Ott light and a chart holder and I would physically MOVE to the pool.
In closing...I'm really not sure how to reply to the comment about me being ungrateful. That cut deep. It really did. It makes me wonder if I am somehow failing to express just how thankful I am for my happy life. I keep my spiritual side pretty private, but I do pray, and I promise you that they are...every night...prayers of gratitude for this life of mine. The blessings of my past and the promises of my future overwhelm me, but I know that as sure as I'm sitting here in this beautiful apartment with that beautiful pool with all of that money sitting in the bank for when the time comes to head to Indy...I'm here and glad of it. I'm sorry that you felt it necessary to call me out on it "Unknown"... but message received loud and clear.
(But as for the "Crankypants" part...I reserve the right to crank every now and then, if you please. I am a 51 year old woman standing on the precipice of menopausal hell and I've managed to get here with very few casualties. So in the spirit of compromise, I promise to hereby emit a warning siren when my post is going to be a "rant" instead of a glitter-covered unicorn dancing on a rainbow. Deal?)
So that's the Friday report, Dearies! Laundry is sploshing and I am contemplating a stitchy movie night. Here's hoping that your weekend is off to a wonderful start!
Aug 17, 2017
The last few days of Spinster Aqua Therapy have been interrupted by a band (hoarde?) of unruly, obnoxious, UNSUPERVISED children.
Now before we go any further, I really need to point out the fact that although I do not have children,and I somewhat identify with the Baroness in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang who was terrified of them...I would do anything in my power to help a child or protect a child or love a child in need.
But these little bas$&:ds? These children have run amok for the last three days...screeching, running, pushing, shoving, spitting, and vandalizing everything in sight. They are the most terrible little beasts I've ever seen.
And there's five of them.
The two oldest kids look to be about ten...the three little ones (WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO SWIM BY THE WAY) seem to be between three and four.
I left a nice message for the office manager...kind of a "Gee. I know I'm new here, but it seems to me that it's dangerous for five little kids to be left alone at a swimming pool" but so far nothing has been done. I guess they were kind of hoping that school starting would take care of the problem.
Not so much.
So today, as I was on my way home from my last appointment, I started fretting about my afternoon pool visit. Maybe I'm crazy, but being there with these kids by myself has made me a nervous wreck, and despite the fact that the exercise I've been getting has literally changed my life...the aggravation of having to deal with getting spit on, jumped on, splashed, etc. was making me contemplate a nap instead.
But then a miracle happened.
I stopped at the Targets to pick up a prescription, and right there in front of me was the solution.
Lots and lots of sedatives.
And a bottle of gummy candy that I could slip them into and feed to the little buggers...
OH COME ON, PEOPLE! Do you honestly think I have the ability to be that devious or criminal or...smart?
No, what I bought instead was...
Lots and lots of books.
I bought a half cart full of children's books and brought them home and put them in my pool bag and then shoved myself into my old lady bathing suit and made the 104 steps to the pool.
Today there were seven UNSUPERVISED unruly obnoxious little children. When I got there, two chairs and a trash can had been thrown into the deep end and the pool cover looked like it wanted to run screaming from the premesis.
So I walked over to one of the two older kids (who I hoped was the leader) and said "Hi. My name is Ms. Spinster and I would like to do some exercising in the pool today. I brought all of you some presents, so if you'll help me clean up the pool and will give me fifteen minutes of it to myself, you can have the presents and keep them. Deal?"
This kid was no dummy...he wanted to know what the presents were before he negotiated a cease fire.
I don't know how, but I was smart enough not to cave. "Sorry kid. You either agree to my terms or I take my presents and go home."
He stood there for a minute and finally decided to go for it, so he hollered for all of his little minions to get the crap out of the pool, he pulled the little ones away from what ever they were doing to the cover, and then pretty much demanded payment.
I broke out into a panic attack and prayed. "Sweet mother of all that is holy, please let these kids like books and not decide to drown me in three feet of water."
Seven books. Seven tiny little asses sitting quiety on seven chairs, and I had an entire half hour of doing my manatee prancydancing and cloud peeping in peace and quiet. I swear...it's going to take a month of Sundays to wipe this grin off of my face.
I'm wrestling with philosophical and moral dilemmas today, so my normal morning routine of damn good coffee and the paper has been...fraught.
When did it get so darn hard to be an adult?
I'm off to appointments and then hopefully for a quick float before it gets dark. It figures that today is a pretty day sans little ones at the pool, and I need to spend it in doctors' offices.
No stitching to report, I'm afraid. Last night was our Elkhart EGA summer picnic dinner at a great restaurant called McCarthy's. I had appetizer, entree, and dessert and came home a roly poly blissed out lump who sat in front of the TeeVee.
(It was heavenly, thankyouverymuch, especially since the scale this morning stayed exactly where it was before this little feast!)
We're off to the races, Dearies! Hope your very own Thursday is swell!
Aug 16, 2017
So a funny thing happened last night at grocery guild. My stitchy sisters and I had a lovely time of it, chatting and such, and I was just so darn happy to be there I thought they were going to have to stun gun me into behaving myself.
They paid me some lovely compliments about...something related to how I look, and I blushed furiously and said thank you and wanted to crawl under the table. I was clean and had clothes on and had managed to run a brush through my hair, but ready for the prom? Not so much.
And then it happened.
They complimented my stitching. Miss Katy even used the word "workmanship", and I thought my heart would just burst itself right out of my old lady big top.
To be told that you are a good stitcher by a group of...amazingly expertly wonderfully perfect stitchers is better than being told that you look like the younger sister of Elizabeth Taylor and Sophia Lauren.
At least in my book.
I always knew that I had a streak of vanity in here somewhere, but I always thought it would be related to my job or my house or my ability to be the most socially inept person in a room full of socially inept people...but all this time it turns out that my vanity was lurking in my stitchy bag!
I promise you that this puffed-up attitude will go away the minute I pick up my needle this afternoon and start playing with Gertie (damn compensation), but for now I'm going to sit here and bask in the glow of nice things that were said about my ability to follow a chart and put thread to fabric. The vanity will be replaced quickly with humility, I'm sure...but for now it's just lovely to think that I might be getting something right once in a while!