Raffles, Clappers, and

not much shopping.

Today was the second full day of this particular stitching retreat. The stitching room opened at 0800 and probably closed around 2200 (I am guesstimating because I had long since run out of energy and noise tolerance).

It feels funny to say, but this particular crowd of slightly more than 100 seemed to be louder than the 300 at StitchCon. Especially as it got later in the evening. I know that those who went to late night stitching at StitchCon said the same thing. It might be due to a lot of things; I am thinking that “bottles under the table” just might have contributed.

Anywho – three of us (one local, one from DC & I) switched tables this morning. We headed over to one side of the room and out of the doorway. We had also come to interact with stitchers from a number of places rather than a family from one.

Midday, the one of our small group who was local + a lovely woman from Queens who did drive headed off to the local needlework shop. On the second floor of a strip mall and accessible by elevator it was not small. Besides cross stitch, and embroidery

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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