Dear Stitchy Friend Alissa wrote to me with the sad news that a pair of her beloved Ginghers were confiscated at airport security! Yikes! I'm pretty sure that I'd make the news with the hissy fit that I'd throw, but I'm sure that Miss Alissa was far better at comporting herself. So, can we help a stitcher out? Anybody know what the pattern name is for these beauties?:
Nextly, we have Miss Kathy, who has finally joined us here in Stitchy Blogville! Go check her out, but please don't blame me when you spend all of your pin money on some fabulous new charts: http://www.needledelightsoriginals.blogspot.com/
Speaking of fabulous new charts, have you seen this bee-you-tee? It's a good thing that I don't have all of the necessary threads for it in my stash, or we'd be looking at WIP number billion and sixty two:
So, where have I been, you ask? Well, it all started innocently enough. I taped a few shows that I figured I'd listen to as I stitch, and lo and behold, one of them was Inside the Actors' Studio. I love this show, especially since it makes me appreciate how interesting it is to see movie stars up close and all personal like, and I'm always curious how it is that they can get nervous in front of an audience. (Let's pause a moment while the rusty gears of my very little brain grind to a halt while contemplating that one, shall we?)
Last night, I sat bewitched by this new (to me, anyway), handsome hunk of some deliciousness named Bradley Cooper. Where the hell has this guy been all my life? I mean, come on, I feel like I've been dipping into the most fabulous box of chocolates, and right there in the very middle of your Jeffrey Dean Morgans and Robert Downey Juniors and James Gandolphinis was this perfect little morsel of goodness that is EXACLTY what this poor lonely old spinster needed on a cold winter's night.
Holey Schmoley. The guy gave me a case of the vapours!
So CHE-LOW, Mr. Cooper! Please feel free to give me a call if you're ever in these parts, and I'll be happy to whip you up a meatloaf or something. (She says, while furiously batting her Tammy Faye Bakers at him shamelessly.)
But I regress...this is, after all, supposed to be a stitching blog.
Progress continues quite nicely on Rosewood Manor's Spring Quakers. I'm really enjoying this one in all it's soft Spring-like glory:
But, try as I might, I find my eyes constantly straying to this lovely that Aunt Chrissy gifted me with a few weeks ago:
I was going to jump in and start stitching it on Friday night, but I decided to use it as ransom (or, er, um, incentive) to get my house cleaned. So, as soon as every room has been put into proper order, the furniture has been polished, and the floors have been thoroughly washed, you can expect this one to make it onto the TeeVee tray next to the Happy Chair.
I am pretty sure that I've started Fascination at least a dozen times, but this time I think I finally got the right consistency of thread. The chart calls for Watercolours and Silk & Ivory, but for some reason my stitches look really "muddy" when using these fibers. They're just too darn thick for me, I guess, so I switched them out to Wildflowers and DMC floss. Much better:
Then, just as I'm starting to think that my WIP basket can't get any bigger, I start to think about these lovely little guys. Have you ever seen such perfect harbingers of Spring?:
I'm not the only one that seems to have caught the bug. Aunt Chrissy decided that she wants to learn how to quilt, and she has the perfect selection of charts from Miss Cheryl to tempt her:
All in all, not bad for a Tuesday. Stewey tells me that until he has unfettered access to the computer, he's going to boycott the entire Chex Spinster legislative agenda, much like our Hoosierville elected officials have decided to do these last four weeks. Can somebody tell me where I can get a job that will pay me to hang out at the Comfort Inn over there in Illinois?
Imagine the stitching that I would finish.....Woo Hoo!