YES, BETTY...I AM AS BIG AS A CONDOMINIUM AGAIN

 

Damn.

Drat.

Phooey.

New meds, no exercise, and some splurges (OK, a lot of splurges), have lead me right back to the scale and treadmill. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get my head out of my ample heiney and get back to paying better, careful attention to what goes in my pie hole. BellyBean is happy and healthy and labs are the best they've ever been, but I need to knock this foolishness off and do better. Period.

(In case you're keeping track, this is the 1,342nd time I've made this announcement on this here blog.)

Damn.

EASEY PEASEY SPINSTER SQUEEZEY

The frogging went much faster than I anticipated, so I was able to remove stitches and replace stitches and add a few extra stitches for good measure before bed last night.

Today we managed to bob about in the pool for a bit before a pop-up shower started, and I am now happily ensconced with stitching, a cold brew, and the greatest movie ever made...Fatso.

Dinner in a few hours, and then I'm looking forward to a stitchy evening!

What's new with you, Dearies?

DRAT

 

See those three curly leaves on that long green horizontal stem?

They have to all come out. 😖

Why, you ask? If you look at the area where the stem connects to the base of the red flower, and you check it against the chart (something I did eleventy-seven times last night), you will see that I muffed it and left out about three whole rows of stitches.

No, I can't fudge it, and no, I can't ignore my error. This is the right side of a symmetrical design, and it will just throw the whole. thing. off.

Phooey. Guess we know what I'll be doing today!

P.S. It's hot outside..

WEEKEND PLAN

 

I used to listen to the BBC overnight on our local NPR station, but the world's news was not making a good night's sleep quite possible. I mentioned this to my JB, and he suggested that I listen to a podcast instead.

Podcast, you say?

What is this thing you call podcast?

So I went onto the amazons, and I discovered this thing called Amazon Music, and lo and behold...podcasts.

I entered "books and reading" into the search bar, and before I knew what hit me, I was off on a wonderful adventure with new bookish friends. One podcast in particular is called Novel Pairings, and they examine a classic novel in depth each Fall and Summer. 

I've not read a lot of Edith Wharton, but I am so excited to lose myself in this one for a bit!

What are you losing yourselves in this weekend, Dearies? Come tell me all about it!

 

WHEN DID I BECOME SUCH A BASEBALL FAN?

Thursday night. Phillies/Red Sox from Fenway. A full sippy cup of lemon water, some stitching, and a cleaned-up kitchen after a light and healthy dinner.

Priceless!

MAMMOGRAM DAY

 

SPINSTER WEEKEND SHENANAGINS

On Saturday, I got my shoes and socks on and headed to Hoosier Heartland, which is my ANG chapter. (ANG = American Needlepoint Guild). This used to be called Library Guild, because we met at the library branch south of town, but now we meet at the bank branch in front of CS2.

(I'd call it Bank Guild, but the evening group of South Bend/Michiana EGA meets there, too, so it might be confusing.) 

(EGA = Embroidery Guild of America).

(Then again, the morning group of EGA meets in a library, so I suppose that might be confusing too.)

(And then, there's the fact that the Elkhart Chapter of EGA meets in a Church...which is tonight, and just happens to be on the same day as Library Guild, but not the Library Guild that is ANG...the Library Guild that is EGA...but South Bend/Michiana, and not Elkhart...which meets in a Church.)

So there. (*)

Welcome back to Batshit Crazy Spinster Theatre, Dearies. Sorry for the crazy detour we just took, but my tiny little brain is just chock-full of all things Guild and stitchy-licious-ness, and I can't wait to tell you all about it!

First up...Saturday. Hoosier Heartland. Needlepoint.

Each year, Miss Charlene guides us in the stitching of a Janet Zickler Casey Santa. I have one completed and one unstarted one in my stash, and this guy is this year's version. Isn't he swell?

We started by stitching the foundation of his nose, and then we were told to stitch his cheeks and face using the basketweave stitch.

If you're a needlepointer, you are probably intimately familiar with the basketweave stitch. As a matter of fact, I think learning basketweave stitch is the very first thing that needlepointers do in their needlepointing journey, but alas, I never learned how to do the basketweave stitch.

(I'll pause here for all of the veterans in the gallery to take a sharp gasp of breath and then shake their heads disapprovingly.)

Me not knowing how to do the basketweave stitch has always been a tremendous source of shame and humiliation, since I was just certain that absolutely every single stitcher on the planet knows how to do basketweave stitch except me, and that as soon as the needlepoint authorities discovered that I had perpetuated this fraud, would come into my house in the middle of the night to revoke my certificate and confiscate my decoder ring.

Nope. Not so much.

When one of my Guild stitchsters ratted me out, Miss Charlene came over to my side of the conference table (it's a bank conference room, so...conference table), and within about thirty-seven seconds flat...basketweave!

I had to be cool, calm, and collected there in front of Guild, but can I tell you that when I came home that afternoon I prancy-danced so hard over this whole "I now know how to basketweave stitch" thing I pulled a muscle, spilled my sippy cup, and had my Jersey Boy running for the pharmaceuticals.

Total. Game. Changer.

But wait...there's more to the story!

Here's how Santa looked when I stopped prancy-dancing and got back to stitching him Saturday evening:

And then here's how he looked after I completed a good portion of his face:

Um.

Hang on a second.

Is it me, or does Santa look kind of...gee...what's the word?  How about FREAKING orange!  Yup, the called-for "flesh" colored silk looked decidedly more like an Oompa Loompa than it did like a jolly old elf, and then it started to look a LOT like a bad spray tan...so out it came.

After about seven hours of basketweave stitching and patting myself on the head every fifteen minutes because I am now a person who knows how to do the basketweave stitch thankyouverymuch, he looked like this:

Oh...so much better! And all it took was a little switch from the called-for color to a more pinky-pale color, and we were back in business!

See? It's amazing how different they look, isn't it?

I left Santa looking like this late last night as the final few minutes of The Jinx played and JB and I looked at each other wondering how we get caught up in these crazy programs on the TeeVee every now and then:

So. Once I finish that tiny little corner that I missed next to his left eye, this will go back into the ANG bag for next month's meeting.

Today was the morning meeting of EGA, and I opened my fancypants Guild notebook to take the minutes and was quite taken with myself when asked a question and I was able to respond with all of the pertinent details because there they were...all nicely recorded in my fancypants Guild notebook. And then everybody patted me on the head and remarked how organized I am, and I basked in the glow of...

Gee. Wait a minute. Something seems...askew.

I guess I missed the big fat note on June 1st that said WRITE AND SEND NEWSLETTER, because today is June 10th all day long and the smug, full of her big fat self, organized Secretary FORGOT to write and send a newsletter.

🙄

So. I took copious notes and made pitiful apologies, and will hopefully get my silly act together in the next hour and a half, because then it will be time for me to put my socks and shoes (and bra) back on and head out to Church Guild.

That's the report for the day and the weekend, Dearies! I hope your very own day and weekend have been wonderful, that you've done whatever makes your heart sing and your skirt twirl, and that you'll come tell me all about it!

WoooHooo!

(*) They're called humorous asides, Betty, and you can look them up under TANGENTS that this stupid Spinster uses to distract you from the fact that much of what is recorded here is complete nonsense and drivel. You're welcome.

SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE

 

Wouldn't you think I'd learn how to take a decent photograph after all these years?

Dearies, thank you for your lovely notes and comments about the anniversary of this here blog. Each and every one touched me very deeply and means the world to me. Thank. You.

So many things have changed in my life over these last several years, and yet many other things have remained the same. Despite my "longevity", I still think of myself as a bit of an oddball outlier, and I'm amazed and grateful to have been invited to this thing of ours with such warmth and love.

It's remarkable what can happen to a human person when they feel safe and supported and cared for. In my case, that support quite literally gave me a new life, and although I've said it before, it bears repeating: my prayer is simple...please help me to live a life that is worthy of all of these blessings.

So now we begin the next year of stitching and spinster foolishness, and I hope you'll continue to tolerate me and my shenanigans for a bit before I grow up and become an actual adult.

Happy Friday! We're off like a herd of turtles and looking forward to a wonderful weekend! What's on your agenda for the next few days? Come tell me all about it!

SIXTEEN YEARS!

Jun 6, 2008

OUT OF THE SHADOWS AND INTO THE LIGHT

Well....climb aboard the crazy train, folks. After spending a year happily lurking on every stitching blog, I decided it was time to jump into the fray. This first post will be all about me, since I'm sure you've been perched on the edge of your chair just waiting for this very important information.

My name is Coni and I am the Spinster Stitcher. Now, for those of you easily offended by the term "Spinster", relax. It is my intention to reclaim the title and make Spinster Stitching the most fabulous thing on the planet.

I'm 42 (ahem). Never married, no children (hence, the Spinster). I live in Mishawaka, Indiana with my dog Stewey. Stewey is a nine-pound bundle of love dressed up in the form of a shorty Jack Russell terrier. More about him later.

I've been stitching since 2003 because my sister told me I was going to. She had moved in with me for a bit and decided that staring at the walls each evening was not her idea of fun in the big city. So we stitched. And stitched. And stitched.

In 2005 I converted the bonus room over my garage into a bona fideSpinster Stitching Studio. Pictures will follow, but I must warn you that my alternate name was The Anal Retentive Stitcher. You see, it's all about the organizing, and I do confess to spending countless hours up there tidying to my heart's content.

I do it all. Cross stitch, needlepoint, canvas work, and hardanger. I'm taking a crewel class in two weeks, so my attempt at becoming the veritible Spinster Stitchy Goddess will surely follow.

Here's what I can promise you, my faithful readers: 1) I'll try to keep the swearing to a happy minimum. 2) I won't go on and on and on about my Stewey, who just happens to be the love of my life and I would marry him in a heartbeat if only he could wear pants. 3) My stitchy pics will be blurry, out of focus, generally terrible in terms of lighting, but somehow "hopeful".

So buckle your seatbelts, kids. We're off!

SOME PROGRESS!

 

I had my annual checkup this morning, and came home for a lovely afternoon of newspaper-reading, puzzle-solving, and stitching. I put a documentary on the TeeVee called "The Fourth Estate", which was on a continual loop during my time in Indianapolis, and it called forth many of the feelings I had from then...all of that peace and gratitude and determination to live a good and happy life worthy of my new BellyBean.

If pushed for an honest answer, I would have to say that I am scoring a solid C- in the healthy living success department. There are a lot of factors that are challenging me at the moment, but Jimminy Crickets, Batman! I need to get my act together!

I had hoped to splosh about in the pool today, but alas, it's broken again. I suspect that it's the result of huge crowds over the weekend that probably had a lot of little ones in diapers, so the water quality probably failed inspection. Phooey...life with neighbors strikes again! Remember when I had the place to myself?

Time to get back to needle and thread. I am seriously trying to limit my time on this here iPad so that I can be more productive in both the stitching and reading departments, and it is getting close to bed time, so I will bid you a good night full of good sleeps and happy dreams, which is what I wished for Stewey as I tucked him into the big girl sleigh bed.

Good night, good sleeps, and happy dreams, Dearies!

AT LAST...STITCHY PEACE

For those of you who have known me since stitchy birth (circa 2008 when I started this here stitchy blog), you might remember a crazypants 300-pound hummingbird that would frantically flit from thing to thing to thing, and who just couldn't get out of her own way when it came to this thing of ours.

When I think about the amount of time, money, and stress that I wasted on trying to find the next best thing to bring me some level of stitchy peace, I am gobsmacked.

From bags and totes and drawers and floss cabinets and scrapbooking tools and chairs and hoops and scissors and q-snaps and ... stuff even I can't remember that I bought, looked for, or tried to create on Craft Night Gone Awry, it's amazing to me that I ever managed to put thread to needle.

My stitching life these days is as close to blissful as I ever could have imagined. I seem to have fallen into a nice quiet rhythm that has me enjoying every single stitch rather than fussing about looking for the next best thing.

It only took 16 years, but I think I finally cracked the code of what it takes for me to calm down and stitch...a list of stuff that helps me focus on the doing rather than the organizing. Some things were there all along, and others arrived when they were developed and sold by makers in our community, but finally figuring this crap out is just priceless.

So, in the interest of continuing to share every waking thought with my Dearies...here's what's blowing my skirt up in my stitchy life:

Project bags that come with matching smaller bags for threads.

Q-snap covers that match the project bags and smaller bags.

Chart, fabric, threads...duh.

A copy of the chart to serve as a working copy.

Needles...duh

Scissors with polka dotted covers to match the project bag, smaller bag, and q-snap cover...duh.

A retractable highlighter to mark finished sections of a working chart.

Bling...needleminders, thread ring charms, scissor fobs, zipper pulls (from my sister's shop).

A Bitzy of some sort...(shown above) to hold working threads (from that's so kelly co).

11X11 q-snaps when cross stitching or stretcher bars when working on canvas.

My little plastic jar for orts...labeled monthly.

So that's it. The Official Spinster Stitcher List Of Crap That Helps Her Feel Like A Stitcher Instead Of A Person Who Just Used To Buy A Bunch Of Stitchy Crap.

How about you, Dearies? What's giving you stitchy peace?