Day 2 of the stitching “camp.”
I am thinking that I just might be a bit old for summer camp. Not too old for stitching, not too old to enjoy chatting with other stitchers, not too old to appreciate seeing other people’s projects. But I am too old for “games.” But then, I think I hated such games even when I was a kid.
I don’t remember going to camp more than once in the “below” ten age group. I can vaguely remember absolutely hating the experience so my current attitude might just be a reflection of that long ago and absolutely best forgotten experience. Given the age range here – which is lending itself much more to parent of small to medium age child – I can understand why there just might be an appeal. But I am an older grump and am not going to:
- participate in a scavenger hunt that mostly consisted of grabbing selfies all over the place
- dig through my stitching stuff to grab a particular item before standing up and waving it. Especially cash – Who carries cash anyway?
- go outside in 37*C heat to make S’mores?
- hang out for a group photo?
You get the idea.
I came to meet a few people, see what others are stitching, stitch. relax. (I would add avoid cooking, cleaning, laundry but honestly, I don’t do much of that at home anyway.) I wandered through the vendor room and bought little. And stitching…
Made progress on the Haunted Library SAL
the fifth monster, the Zombie dropped in the Supernatural SAL. Now all I have to do is finish up the black on the body and find a small strand of the three new colors which, of course, I don’t have with me…
and I put my usual one strand into Leo. Not bothering with a picture since I don’t think anyone could see the minuscule change.
