SHHHHH, DON'T TELL STEWEY (OR AUNT CHRISSY, FOR THAT MATTER)

I finished Prairie Schooler's Thanksgiving Comes Again late last night and immediately went into the "I have to frame this right this very second" mode. So I called Aunt Chrissy to get her thoughts on the subject, and after a few salty little swear words, she told me to get the ants out of my pants and just wait for the next big framing sale at the Michael's.

But this is me we're talking about.

So I started to creep around the house in search of a frame that would be suitable. I say "creep" because I didn't want the framed pieces that were already hanging on the wall to hear me coming.

First I looked at this wall of The Gallery:
Nope. Nothing there that would work. And besides....Stewey spent about nine hours trying to get all of these pieces lined up just so, and if I so much as moved one of them I'm pretty sure he'd kill me.

(Or pee on something important.)

Then I spied this wall and silently hollered to myself "Eureka!":See that empty space between the two house pictures? Well, well, well...what do we have here? I snatched the piece off the wall and had the back popped off before you could say "compulsive obsessive" and practically chortled with mad laughter.

Here's what it looked like "before":
And here's what it's going to look like "after":
Now please keep in mind that the frame is only perched on top of the finished piece and that there's a whole lotta ironing and straightening and whatnot that will have to go on. But isn't this just super swell?

I have an appointment this afternoon, and then I plan on coming home and hitting the studio to get this one stretched, pinned, laced, and framed before dinner.

Please don't be sad for the piece that is now frameless.....I won't do anything rash or stupid like use it as a birdcage liner or anything. Believe me when I tell you that it does indeed have sentimental value to this particular Spinster Stitcher. I think it was the very first piece that I ever stitched! Yup. When Aunt Chrissy taught me to stitch circa 2003 or so, I got it in my head that I was going to stitch houses (!) and only houses (!) for as long as we both shall live.

I got over THAT pretty quickly, thank goodness. Now, I'm not sure if I could even THINK about stitching a house without some very serious consideration and a cocktail.

Happy Futzingday, everybody! I hope that whatever you're Futzing is exactly what you want it to be!