We had such a lovely time of it on Saturday stitching with Miss Myrtis and Miss Charlene. I sometimes forget how perfect an afternoon can be when it's spent in the company of like-minded friends who don't mind that I'm a nutball of the highest order.
There's been a fair amount of rain and thunderstorms in this area lately, so in an attempt to batten down the hatches, Stewey and I moved all of the patio crap into the corner and hoped for the best. I was reading the paper and getting my wits about me the other morning when I heard a little scritch-scritching on the patio window. I thought it might be Stewey trying to clean the glass to improve his view of his daisy, but alas, it was our new friend....Gretchen Gandolfini:
He'll get over it eventually, I'm sure, but in the meantime, all I hear coming from the general vicinity of his perch is a lot of kvetching over the fact that I never let him have friends over to entertain in the manner to which he (and Martha Stewart) have become accustomed.
I'm really happy with the progress I've made on the Rishfeld canvas. If you would have told me a few years ago that there would come a time when I would stitch the same thing for months on end, I would have thought that you'd fallen down and smacked your little head on the pavement. What the heck happened to that schitzo-stitcher who flitted from thing to thing to thing with her hair on fire?
The sunflower in the corner is complete, but for a few beads in the center:
The big central flower is coming along. I'm still not too sure about those outer petals, but given my new attitude, I'm not above trying a few different things before settling on the final stitch:
What's new with you?