stitchedy stitchedy stitchedy AND stitchedy stitchedy stitchedy AND

Well, you get the picture. I have been doing a minimum of three hours stitching every night on the big Heart piece----tubage is a evening requisite chez Stately Barr Manor, but unless i have something to do, it feels like a whole lot of wasted time.

I have a callus now on my right ring finger from pushing that big ol' poker of a needle---unfortunately i am finding that smaller finer needles push THROUGH the callus so there are holes also. ICK. It's worth it though: the more i work with Deb's damask cloth, the more i fall in love with it. And with the texture of the quilting/stitching against the cloth. And the colours. And the sense of accomplishment. Oh.

I have threads precut and draped over my power light, needles stuck in the arm of the couch and strict injunctions to cats who attempt to cuddle on top of the whole thing. It's hard picking fine white fur and smoothing away baby fine tortie fur...............i love them, they love me, but.

And i am not thinking about how many inches i have done or not done---it's just happening, inch by minute by stitch.

Update on Thu, November 19, 2009 at 4:42PM by arlee

PS the pics are small and slightly blurry for a reason :}

Comments

[deb]

Yep, handworking that old cloth is quite the crack and I am happy to be spreading the addiction....scuse me while I go stitch.

[jude]

oh swell, makes me happy to see. i have had limited time to stitch coma because the cat is just all over me. must be the chill in the air.

[neki rivera]

sending over a cat tamer (a tamer cat??) :)