Stitching instead

In the best of weeks, Monday’s are never my favorite.

For some, there is lightness, brightness, and the promise of excitement up ahead. For me, unfortunately, this week, there is a list longer than my arm of all that I need to accomplish. Some of it has to do with getting mailing supplies so that I can get packages off in the mail. And, while I am so busy complaining, I might as well add – it seems when I need a box, Amazon as well as everyone else is busy tossing everything in plastic bags. When I need a bag, it is only boxes..

 

Some of it has to do with cleaning, never my favorite on the best of days. And the last of it has to do with DMC 310 – aka black. It is one thing to use it for outlining, and another thing when some bright and brilliant (cough, cough) cross stitch designer seems to believe that about a thousand stitch werewolf is needed as one of the monsters in a piece. I still need to fill in his nose and mouth so that he doesn’t look so weird as well as some ground. And the rest of his body – more black

It was a bit more fun adding a few stitches to the Cat & the Cook..

and the January Quaker is complete – the balance of non-black.

 

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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