So I'm blaming Siobhan for my Saturday. (Her blog address is http://bluehenhollow.blogspot.com/). I was drooling over all of her lovely stitching when I came across pics of the "Seasons" girls from Birds of a Feather that are hanging in Siobhan's home. "Oh, Holey Crap, those are beautiful!" I said as I grunted up the stairs to the studio. "I have to do those! Right this very minute!".
Several years ago, I started Le Printemps on a beautiful piece of 28ct. linen the approximate size of a bedspread, but for some reason I put it down and didn't get very far. So I stripped it off of the scroll rods, slapped it into some q-snaps and sat down for a little marathon.
Within about six minutes, though, I was frustrated and calling Aunt Chrissy to get me off the ledge. The colors! The colors! What the heck is up with the colors! Siobhan's doesn't look like this....hers is lovely and perfect and I want mine to be just like it. So why can't I figure out what the heck is up with the colors!
And then I realized that I miscounted somewhere and the entire bottom portion of the dress is off by one stitch. Damn, drat, and phooey. Back into the pile it went.
(So, Siobhan, if you ever feel compelled to show a spinster a little stitchy love....can you tell me if you changed the colors that were called for? Oh, and then please beat me over the head with a rock the next time I think that I'm remotely qualified to sit at the cool kids' table with you....).
On Sunday I decided to pick up my Cirque de Fleur and I managed to complete lesson three. A few more Jessica's and I should have Lesson Four well in hand: I'm not sure what will be on the agenda for this evening, but I know that a nap will be required before anything commences. Stewey and I tossed and turned all night listening to the howling of the coyotes, and I kept jerking awake to make sure he was tucked in safely beside me. Oey....it's not easy being me.