I used to do a lot of cross-stitching. Really, I should say I've started a lot of cross-stitch projects, but I've only finished 4 or 5 of the many I've started over the years. I like to do samplers - pictured above is one of two samplers that I've finished; this one needs to be laundered, pressed, and framed. It's the first in a set of three, the second, just barely begun, is beside it. I also did a baby blanket for my niece that was later passed on to my other niece, I think. It's probably stashed in the bottom of a closet somewhere since she's not a baby anymore. It's hard to appreciate the work involved until you've done it yourself.
Cross-stitch is really easy, but requires good eyesight and persistence. The persistence part has always been a problem, lately my eyesight is the excuse. There used to be a great little shop downtown that sold beautiful pieces of linen for stiching and thousands and thousands of charts. The shop closed up and moved far away, so I haven't bought anything new for a while, thank goodness. There are more than enough half-finished projects in a bottom drawer of the end table to keep me busy for the rest of my years. Each piece takes so many hundreds of hours that I just get tired of looking at it and must put it away for months on end. Usually, when the urge to stitch bites me again, I find myself picking up a different project than the one I last worked on. Some of them I never pick up again, having decided that I don't like the colors or the design anymore.
I can blame my current urge to stitch on silverlight and madcapmum who often post pics of the beautiful things they make with a needle and their hands. I wish I were determined enough to actually finish something - maybe if I devoted just one hour a week to it I could see some progress. For today, I think I'll spend a little time with that sampler above - those pea pods need some color.
"The great majority of men are bundles of beginnings." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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