Sunday, October 29, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
I've been working on a couple of projects, hoping I could get one done before Halloween, but it's not going to happen now. My back didn't allow for too much stitching either. I need to get scans of what I'm actually working on. The other little thing has frustrated me to the point that finishing it is all I want for Christmas, kinda like the little boy who just wanted his two front teeth for Christmas. It's a small, simple Little House Needleworks design that I've started with wrong colors so many times, the fabric is starting to look like fuzz.
I hope, also, to get to all of you who have been kind enough to visit my outdated blog and leave nice comments. AND, I made a big mistake by going with the Beta Blogger. It's a MESS!! I have 3 identities now---a whole new one on Becky's Stitching Bloggers' Birthday/Christmas Club. I don't know how a person can get into such a mess, but I'm thinking of using a better identity than my own. Maybe one has more money and stitches faster than I do.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
I might stitch it and work around the creepy saying, but most likely, knowing myself as I do, I wouldn't buy it to begin with. Some of the HAED designs are just a bit too creepy for me. I know it's beautiful art, and I love most of it - really, I do - but some of it leans toward the Satanic a bit too much for my comfort. Not that I believe in eternal hellfire and a red creature with horns and a tail, but I'm not taking any chances either, LOL! I would rather end up where I might be able to stitch!
Great question by Carol.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
I'm right-handed, and I stitch from \\\ to /// as though I were a leftie.Go figure. I taught myself to do it this way in the beginning, and it's the only way it's ever felt comfortable. The only time it gives me fits is if I'm doing a round robin and have to adapt to the other direction, and it's very difficult to do.
This question submitted by Vash.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
The funny story was a result of reading Meari's Oct. 13 entry. We were moving into this neighborhood 17 years ago, and they used to have a progressive Christmas party. You meet at one of the bigger homes for appetizers and cocktails, then branch out into many smaller groups for salad and bread at different homes. Then a different bunch meet at different houses for the main courses and potatoes or vegetables, etc., then all back to another larger home for cookies and wassail or booze. It takes tons of planning and preparation, and this neighborhood is a bit on the hoyty toyty side, except for the Joneses, who live in the high crime area of the neighborhood. They all decided long ago that anyone who decorates with bears, cats and such is their idea of riff-raff. Ask me if I care. I hate tinkling chandeliers, and I ain't got no class. Anyway, we owned the lot before we built our house, and I was invited to get the hang of the Christmas torture by participating as a co-hostess the first couple of years. I was to help out with the punch the first time and bake a few dozen cookies or dessert bars. My car, which was not a wreck, but did have a hole in the muffler, and it was noisy, to say the least. I traded it in for an SUV before we moved in, but that didn't help me out when I pulled up into the drive of the meeting of our planning group for the last stop of the Christmas Progressive Torture that year. Big house, big expensive house, several expensive cars in the driveway, and here I drive up, ducking my head at the noise of my muffler, my face red. I mustered all the dignity I could, walked into the house and announced how sorry I was about the noise. I said, "I have a muffler in my hole, and I have an appointment tomorrow to have it replaced."
Friday, October 13, 2006
Well, I take Vitamin E all year long, but I try to remember to drink an extra glass or two of water when the weather is cold outside and warm and dry inside. I also use a humidifier for my Sjogren's Syndrome (secondary to Lupus). My eyes and salivary glands get special treatment, and my hands and feet get the generic replacement for a product called Eucerine, which is very expensive, and both covered at night to keep the bedclothes from getting greasy.
This SBQ comes from Lee.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
I got a phone call yesterday while I was on my blog journey from my neighbor/best friend, who is also a stitcher (what more could I ask for?) who told me she'd heard from a gal at Walmart who used to work in one of the best LNS' in the state of IL till the new owner ran it completely out of business---bled it to death financially. This gal was agush with news of a new shop a couple of hours from here in Lebanon IL, about 25 hours from St. Louis. She said it was the best shop she's ever visited and totally worth the drive. It was a beautiful fall day here and worth the drive just to get away from here. The leaves are beautiful in color and the air is crisp, and when we pulled into Lebanon, we took a step back in time. I wish I'd had my camera and totally forgot about my cell phone taking pix, but no matter.... we're going back for sure. They have kept out modern stores like Walmart and are far enough off the beaten path to St. Louis that commercialism hasn't ruined the quaint, historically-kept little stores with the original brick streets, interior woodwork and flooring, etc. Mom & Me is the name of the LNS, and it was how our friend described it and much more. It's full of light and roomy, taking up two stores, organized into sections that make it very shoppable, and I've never seen such beautiful wall racks of completely stocked fibers of every kind you could possibly want. And the fabrics..... Oh My!!! My grandmother, whose looks skipped a generation and caught up with me, spent the latter part of her life with her mouth hanging open. I found myself looking up at all the models and wiping the drool off on the shoulder of my sweatshirt while shoving my jaw up to meet my upper mandible---hard---as a reminder to keep it shut. Richard gave me plenty of money, but I restrained myself because I was holding back a bit for a dash through the other stores, lunch at the place the Mom of the store suggested and the ice cream parlor that had homemade ice cream. I bought Sylvia's breakfast as we left town, and I bought her lunch and ice cream because she was driving. We take turns like that. Next time, the food will be her treat, and I'll do the driving. Lunch was charming and delicious, but neither of us were sure about the ice cream parlor chairs we sat on. We both hung over on both sides, and I prayed mine would stand up under my weight. I also said a silent prayer that the ice cream parlor would have something besides those chairs to sit on. Prayers were answered---a bar with the old-fashioned mirrored, woodworked wall behind the counter, tables with wide-load chair seats and also roomy booths. I ordered two dips of ice cream---one of monster cookie dough and one of Irish coffee, both in a waffle cone. I'm not exaggerating---the dips were 5" in diameter. They played 40's music, and everything was authentically 1940-ish. It was wonderful. I'll take a pic of my smaller stash haul, but Sylvia spent $150 without batting an eyelash. I asked the Mom of the store if they would ever have a website, and she said that no, she wanted to keep it brick & mortar only and not get into the modern aspect of shopping. The Me of the store was taking the day off, but that is her daughter, and she's a busy mom. We got on their newsletter list, and they have an 800# where they do telephone mail orders, but I can go to the store here in town for everyday stuff. We'll be driving there just to see what's new. It's an easy drive anyway. We had a great day, and it did me so much good to get away, and Sylvia and I laugh all the way to and from everywhere we go. Mom said she'd remember us.... called us Mom & Me virgins, and said she would remember our names cuz we're so much fun. She has a huge St. Louis trade, so that impressed me that she was so friendly with us. Oh, and I was also impressed with the fact that she cuts your fabric and writes the name of the project and color and type of fabric on the paper she pins on, then serges the edges for you on the spot.
When I got home, I felt like I had had a breath of fresh air and am looking forward to going back.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
As you can barely see my blurry image above, I have my printed class pages all printed, together with my fabric, new Dinky Dye scissors, Dinky Dye silk in beautiful variegated hues you can't see at all, and my chart propped against my sewing machine. Here you see my Caiti walking across my nicely laid-out stuff. Nothing is sacred in my house.
And here is my Caiti, who, after walking the length of my sewing counter and disheveling everything to suit her taste, plopped down and just looked into the camera as though saying, "C'mon, Mama! Take my picture!"
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Saturday, October 07, 2006
If you haven't noticed, I'm really stuck on Little House Needleworks designs at the moment. I like the clean, simple looks, but I digress. I jump from one designer of the year to another. Quite a contrast to all the Mirabilias I've collected of which I haven't finished one yet. Oh, the pitfalls I wallow in.