I had a happy surprise last night when I went upstairs to poke about in the studio for a new tool box to stick in my stitchy bag. I had been wracking my brain all week, trying to figure out when I actually started stitching.
Not only did I answer my question...I found lists and notes from 2008 to 2012 of my projects, WIPs, finishes, and baskets! (I started stitching in 2003 by the way.)
Do you know that at one point I had 48 WIPs?
The sad fact of the matter is that I probably have even more than that now, but my feelings about them are totally different. I used to get frazzled with goals and challenges to myself and plans and lists, but now I just...stitch. I am, what Miss Katy calls it...a PROCESS stitcher now rather than a PROGRESS stitcher. Doesn't matter what I'm playing with or when (or even if) it gets done. I am stitching for the joy if it and the therapy of it and the peace of it and nothing else.
I have a feeling that all of this will go right out the window once my life settles down a bit and I get a new kidney, get back to work, have a different schedule, etc. but for now I am just loving every minute of it.
I do, however, want to get a handle on a few things upstairs. For instance, I want to get all if my finished/unframed things in a box, and I want to get back to journaling my stitching better with date started, finished, materials, etc. I have relied on my blog to do so for me these last many years, but I miss having that physical book that I can page through that tells me what I stitched and how I stitched it.
So those are the ponderings for the day, my dearies. I hope that your stitching and this little neighborhood of ours brings you as much bliss as it does to Yours Truly here. I'm off to Library Guild and then over to House of Stitches to pick up my birthday splurge.
Thank you for your lovely thoughts about Stewey. I'm sure he misses you all too and would tell you how very grateful he is that you look out for his Mommie.