THE PREDICTABILITY OF MY UNPREDICTABILITY

OK, so eleven minutes after my last post the fretting started. (I told you it would be ten, but I held out for that extra minute. Moral superiority, don't you know.) I looked at "Beyond My Heart" over and over again, in a scene right out of "Somewhere In Time" (you know, where he hypnotizes himself back in time), and I decided that the pink was just too darn bright. This was confirmed when good 'ole Aunt Chrissy came over with the GA Jasmine thread. (And I didn't even have to beg.)

As you can see, the Jasmine is a lovely light shade of lavender. The Tea Rose that I'm using is a little too pink and a little too bright. So out it comes. I will, however, keep the yellow Willow, since it's pretty damn close to the called-for Daisy. I'm sorry to disappoint y'all who commented that the pink was fine, but I feel that I must make this change for the sake of stitchy harmony here in SpinsterVille.

(You know, it occurs to me that if I put half of the mental effort that I use in fretting over stitchy dilemmas into world issues, I might actually be able to come up with a plan for peace in the Middle East. Q-snaps for everybody!)

After all of that fretting, I just didn't have it in me to start ripping out the pink, so I rummaged around in my basket and came up with this:
Woo Hoo for a little crewel happy dance! This took about five hours to stitch and it was easy breezy and very satisfying. I have one more kit like this (I think it's daisies). I also have all of Katherine's patterns in iron-on transfers, so that BAP in crewel just might become a reality after all. Either way, it was lovely to play with on a Wednesday evening:

Stewey sends his love for all of your kind get-well wishes. At the moment he is delicately prancing around the back patio looking for a place to potty. With all of the snow that we've had, his usual places are a bit "used", so he's decided which part of the house or bar-b-que grill would be best suited for a little watering. As long as it's not me or my furniture, I'm a happy camper.

Back to the laundry! I've unsheathed my sword and I'm going to slay this beast if it's the last thing I do today! If I'm not back in a day or so, please send provisions. (You know...stitching, a meal or two, Stewey, and a hunky British chef would be just perfect.)