IN WHICH THE SPINSTER'S HEAD SPINS ROUND AND ROUND

If you've been reading this here blog for any length of time, you might remember how my head spinning around usually meant that I was deftly re-creating a scene from The Exorcist, even though I was not allowed to watch it but have gathered enough from cocktail party conversation to learn that a head spinning around is usually a bad thing involving demons and projective vomitations.

(And, yes. I am certainly allowed to watch the movie now, but I'll stick with happy sappy love stories or anything involving a spunky heroine who reads books or owns a needlework shop.)

(Thank you and amen.)

My morning started bright and early with real clothings and mascara and lipstick, a quick trip through the Starbucks, and then on to the morning session of my EGA Guild. 

Have I mentioned how excited I get to see my Guild Ladies? I always promise myself that I'm going to behave myself and listen more than I talk and not bounce up and down in my chair like a six year old with ants in her pants, but...nope. I get completely overwhelmed with the joy and fun and inspiration and fellowship and Big Chill Experience of it all that I want to suggest finding a big house where we could all live and stitch together like some kind of middle-aged sorority house with very very good lighting, a two story library overlooking a pond, and a staff of people to brew our damn good and do our laundry.

But I digress.

Here is the state of the Spinster Stitcher Stitchy Union at the moment:

I feel like it took me forever to find it, but on the left is a basket big enough to hold most of my needlepoint projects that have been languishing under the bed since I went on the cross stitch binge. There are several painted canvases that need completing in there, as well as a few that need starting. Now that I have re-joined that guild too (ANG Hoosier Heartland), there just might be a chance that these lovely friends come back out to play!

Rosewood Manor's "Good In Everything" continues along. I was knocked senseless at the guild meeting this morning by Miss Julie's finish of another Rosewood Manor piece called "And A Forest Grew", so it inspired me to come home and pull this out immediately for this afternoon's fun:

I seem to be making pretty quick progress on the Kirk & Bradley canvas. This is a painted canvas that I purchased for an after transplant project, and I originally intended to stitch this one all in tent stitch. After a bit of deliberation, however, I decided to try some different stitches, and I am just tickled pink with the result! I selected each stitch from a few little stitch books that I have here, and feel like I've overcome a little bit of that "painted canvas paralysis" that usually causes me to fall into a big fat puddle of frustration tears when faced with a painted canvas.

My dear friend Lou said he'd like to see this as a beach blanket and asked if I was up for it. 😲 I don't have the heart to tell him that a needlepoint beach blanket stitched with these silk fibers would be a bit spendy, but that it would also take a small team of stitchers and a large team of therapists to see it to conclusion. 😬

And finally, because I just couldn't leave well enough alone, I decided to fish Shepherd's Bush "Come Tarry" out of the Naughty Basket and give her some love this week.

It's not her fault, actually. I'm the bobo that messed up the verse and am now having to do the rest of the sampler with the words all together instead of scattered throughout, but as Annie Hall likes to say...la dee da. La dee da. La dee da.

So now I've got this nice lovely stack of companions to conversate with this week. My next guild meeting will be on Saturday, and that will be the start of a new counted canvas piece, so I will truly have my stitchy bases covered!

I'm off like a herd of turtles, Dearie! It's 6pm and I've not hydrated very well today, so I better get moving!

 

Here's to the week ahead and all of its charms and shenanagins! What's on your to do list? Come tell me all about it!