I'm stitching this with one strand of floss, over one, on 25 count fabric.
I decided to go ahead a try the vertical orientation and fret over the bottom row when I get to it sometime in the year 2074.
We received an extension to the deadline for our guild project (thank you, Miss Sheryl!) so now I do not have any excuse for allowing it to go unfinished. I am still dreading it, but feel obligated to participate and do my best, since I signed up willingly for the darn thing in the first place. I'm thinking it will be a lesson to me in dogged determination, if nothing else.
I'm not sure if it's the moon or maybe just an "off" day, but I am missing Stewey fiercely and have been in sobby tears most of the morning. I know that this is normal and I shouldn't view my sadness as a "setback" per se, but all I want to do is bawl my eyes out and crawl in the big girl sleigh bed with his blanket. That tiny little creature has left an enormous hole in both my life and heart.
Damn...grief is hard work.
I made the executive decision to go to the Downton exhibit tomorrow, so I am determined to set my alarm, get out of bed at a semi-decent hour, and go. If the timing's right, I might actually treat myself to a late lunch/early dinner as well so that I head into the weekend feeling like a normal, well-adjusted, sociallly adept adult person instead of a crazy, introverted, hermit spinster who doesn't own a proper pair of pants.
That's it for today, kids. I'm going to get a refill in my coffee cup, fire up the fireplace, and get stitching! Hope things in your neck of the woods are moving...onward!