Monogamousity

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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