Is not a word. It's an affliction to stitchers like myself. Decisions were difficult before menopause hot flashes melted brain cells. Glenna said indecision=paralysis and I always remember that. Not where I left my knee brace, the car keys, extra paper towels, or my Halloween tree, but that statement from Glenna.
Why can't I start each of these which would be less of a time suck than trying to choose one? But then there's the linen. Color, count, can I find a workable size to avoid cutting into a larger piece? Because I won't.
These aren't the only charts I am considering, but I don't know where I set the others because the phone rang.
I stitched this one and sent it to a new home years ago.
A few small sampler charts look familiar .... did I stitch them? There is a pile I should look through and make a list for referral. Or better yet, get off my lazy butt and final finish them. When I find my knee brace I'll attempt the stairs, then waste time trying to decide which to finish first. Pillow, drum, stand, on a box, what about backing fabric ... trim? A vicious cycle.
Charted this years ago, never stitched. And it's so sweet! But that snoozing cat in the background is not. Sixteen years old, still draws blood if I try to handle her. She sleeps on that pet heating pad with her toys close by.
Can I put those big white cotton gutchies on and fight my monogamousity? That's the plan.
Be safe.
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