I tried. I really did. But the Housewives were screaming, the boys were futzing, and I simply could not see a damn thing as I tried to make any progress on A Different View. No matter what I tried...moving my stitchy light, using the white fabric thingie that Miss Charlene gave me, cleaning my glasses, praying a novena...nothing worked. And the harder I tried, the harder I failed and the more Kreinik I had to rip out.
So...executive decision today. I am going to put this back in its lovely little project bag, breathe, reboot, and head up to the studio to pick something else. I am in no state of mind to fight with the one thing that is keeping me from entering that "special facility", so methinks a few hours pawing through my stash should set the world right again.
Stewey's theory is that we need a vacation, but mine is that I just need a minute to regroup. So don't cry for me Argentina...all matter of things shall be well just as soon as I shake off this ickyness and move back into the land of rainbows and unicorns.