Hiya folks. It's September isn't it. You have no idea how crabby I am.
In fact, for the last batch of peppers we canned yesterday, I refused to put that month on the lid, chose to stay in August. Mark took my pen and did the last three properly but what's proper for him isn't proper for me.
Does anyone end up sideways when intently stitching? I find myself leaning so far left I am almost lying on the sofa. The more I struggle to see an error or the longer I sit and stitch, my body tilts to a 45. Weird. Get up! So here's where I am on the sampler, and when I manipulated the photo to place red where the ABC will go, I think it's the right choice. The bottom bird will be red also and I wanted it on the left to balance because I am, well.... you know. That word we don't like to use.
Having two brights on one side and two lights on the other didn't appeal to my idiocy either. The dark brown was the color I planned to stitch originally and seeing it in this photo, there would have been more frogging. Using this photo trick is a great help to me.
This is Threadwork Primitives' Worke #4
Ohio Treasure Sampler.
I should have a piece of this linen left, enough for a small Santa, but I will also try to recreate the color. Unless I use the same linen to start with, it doesn't dye the same so I don't make notes of the formula. Most dyebaths are kept in jars in the basement and I stick a piece of fabric in and shake, easier than starting another mess.
The flowers are drying and fading, the boys are sticking around more, the evening light is shorter. How did it fly by so quickly? My procrastination notebook I vowed to follow (and have not been able to find since I created it) has not had one project checked off and summer has passed.
My ferns are enormous and have created a cozy area. When they are gone, it will take a while to get used to the openness.
The brats are all medicated and hopefully flea free. Next is the worm pill for the two killers, Missy and Nit. My brother came over to give the pill the last time, and he had not one scratch. These cats run from people so it was amazing to watch. He is feeding another groundhog family, by hand, and the neighbor calls him Noah on land. She hates animals of any type and has traps everywhere. When your backyard adjoins a very large wooded area, you see critters. Go live in a field.