(I do, however, simply love love love tips and tricks, so if you've got any, I'll take 'em!)
Call it maturity or finally coming into my own or maybe, just maybe, the meds have finally kicked in, but I'm all done with any rules or negativity when it comes to this thing of ours. It is my humble opinion that any time spent with needle in hand...whether it be a threaded needle with silk, floss, or yarn, or a crochet hook or knitting needle or quilting needle or rug hook...is time well spent indeed.
I love all forms of stitching, whether it be counted cross stitch, canvaswork, needlepoint, crewel, or embroidery. I don't do any of them with any particular excellence, but that's perfectly fine, since I am not trying to be the world's foremost leading authority on anything at all, especially not on needlework.
I'm just a portly spinster with a sick little dog and shriveled up little kidneys who is trying to find her way in the world. I stitch so that the Happy Chair remains my happy place, so that my mind and fingers stay limber, and so that I can feel like I'm part of something bigger than myself. Stitching gets me out of my head, challenges me to try new things, teaches me perseverance and patience, and gives me heaps and heaps of satisfaction that does not result in me having to buy bigger sweatpants like eating something truly decadent does.
So...it's all good, my dears. I'm just going to keep doing me. You just keep doing you, and we'll all be fine together. Keep those needles flying in whatever form you choose, have some fun, and come tell us all about it!