AND THEN YOU JUST....SMOOSH

Thank you for all of your lovely comments.  Sometimes I question my thoughts and feelings about things, and on more than one occasion I've had to ask Aunt Chrissy "Is it just ME, or...???!!!".

(I stand by my dislike of those damn outfits, though, since I am convinced that there are enough "iconic" American looks out there that we could find something other than the crap that our team is wearing year after year.) 

(And yes, in case you're wondering, I will be the last person to kvetch about it if our team shows up wearing Daisy Dukes and tube tops just to spite me.)

(One last thing....is it TOO much to ask that our outfits actually incorporate our national colors?  Why is it necessary for us to be trotting around in hot pink, periwinkle, and grey?)  Come ON people.  Show some respect.  This is the Olympics.

As you might know from Stewey's post, I had been fretting over the brightness of the colors in my Watercolours "Firecracker" skeins.  I'm really loving the depth of the reds and blues in the piece so far, and the skeins I have are just too hot for my liking.  I futzed and futzed with different threads until I had a forehead-smacking epiphany and came up with:

Crazy, no?

In the event that you'd like to try this technique at home, all you need to do is suspend proficiency in everything you've been taught about proper color theory and stitching technique, grab whatever colors you want to use, and then smoosh them all together.   I took one ply of red, one of white, and one of blue (all DMC floss), and then stuck 'em in the needle and went to town.  Easy peasey.

Yes, I'm fully aware that somewhere out there a stitchy-expert has fainted dead away and that there are probably a million and a half things wrong with doing this, but I like it and that's all that matters, right?

(There, dear Betty.  I've saved you the trouble of having to email me to tell me what a boob I am and how I'm corrupting the stitching world with all of my bad grammar and terrible ideas, and how I should just go back to the rock I crawled out from under and blah blah blah.  Stick it in your hat, Betty.  I smooshed with impunity and I'm going to smoosh some more!)

Today was supposed to be the day that I strapped on my cleaning mojo and finally got this house in order.  Naaaaaah.  That's what tomorrows are for.  I think that a few hours of stitching (and smooshing) would be better for this particular spinster, so looks like I'm off to the Happy Chair!  Woo Hoo!