Two horse finish

Hello people.  Hope all is well.  We got hit again last night with ice, winds, and snow.  My painting hit a snag because my original custom mix was never put in the computer, so I had to scramble to find the original swatch.  Since she made two adjustments after the first mix and never added them to the label, we had to start over.  This time, the computer read it completely different and it's green.  Green.  The paint department regulars have been off and will continue to be, they apologized, but have fill ins from other departments and they are not familiar with formulas.  I decided to paint the wall beneath the chair rail and don't have enough left so I'm not happy.  What else is new?  The kitchen guy won't return my calls.  Is this ridiculous?  I am so tired of this.

Anyway, under the pile of fabrics I was rolling, I found the Two Horse finish that I took off my box. 

I would prefer hanging this piece and since this coarse wool reminds me of horsehair, that's what I plan on using.  Leather laces will be the hanger.  I get these rolls of various colors at Hobby Lobby or Michael's.  Even though it's thick, it stretches easily and I doubt if I could use a fusible stabilizer so I may get a black sew in piece. 

 

 

   

 I cut it into two pieces to fit the stitchery and allowed an inch border.  Should I leave it open as a pocket, or sew around all four sides?   If I leave the top open as a pocket, I think it still needs a decorative stitch so either way, a contrasting blanket stitch will be sewn on all sides. 

 

 

 

 Decisions decisions.  But I do like the rough wool showing rather than the usual pillow/pinkeep finishing.  Normally, I don't like fabric borders. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last night, I worked for hours on one lousy flower outline on my attempt of the original.  I'm going to keep at it as much as I can because the frustration is tempting me to quit.  I've come too far for that and don't want to set it aside.  

 

Enjoy your week!

Thanks for visiting.

Jobelan

Hiya.  How are ya? Got snow?  I just came back from the market and some side streets are just inches of ice.  Warm up is forecasted for mid week.  Yeah right.
While checking my linens for fold marks, I came across the sage Jobelan that I used to use for ornaments.  If I ever saw a fold line in this blend, it would easily wash out or disappear when mounted for framing or fused with interfacing.   Since I am only interested in samplers and santas (really?) on linen, I planned on selling these pieces.  Guess what?  I washed them and some folds are still there, not that bad, and not a problem if stretching for framing.  No color fade as with linen and not an actual crease, but there nonetheless. 

Now I'm wondering if the Jobelan I offered was a problem for the recipients.  It is certainly usable between the folds or if you plan on mounting but I'm not comfortable selling it.  They are larger pieces (32 count ~ 18x28 ... 28 count ~ 18x54, 26x35 ... and 20? 25? brown? 18x27) and if someone wants them for postage, they can have them all.  They weigh a pound so Priority envelope would be $5.50.   Edited - didn't expect them to go that fast, but they're gone.  There is plenty of fabric for smaller projects and dozens of ornaments. I received an email from Paraclete Designs letting me know that they will take unwanted stitchery items for teaching and I already have a small package for her since the reformatory never replied. If you are interested you can contact Charlene here.  

And this beauty is from Amy Mitten.  This is her Ann Wade sampler wallet tutorial and you can see the inside and information on it here.  Is this gorgeous or what??  The photo is from her website.  Ann is stitching it and will share with us when completed.

 

When I notified Parsley that Random chose her, I was saddened to learn that she had just put down one of her much loved dogs.  We all know that pain.

Still cussing at the ponies, and after seeing a few new sampler releases, Eliza may be dethroned.  This is Pineberry Lane's new Elizabeth Smith.

Ever since I mentioned that Zilla brand would be better for strawberries, I can't stop thinking about two recipes.  One is for a jello with the frozen berries and tiny cream cheese balls that are rolled in chopped nuts.  The other is a punch recipe that I could drink by the gallon, which led me to search for the recipe, and I found Orange Julius.  Love that stuff.  And right there next to it was the home made super rich eggnog, Amaretto cakes, Italian love cake, bobalki  .......  this is not good. I posted both drinks on the recipe blog here. 

Enjoy what's left of your weekend.

Thanks for visiting.

Winner and some nuts

Hello everyone.  This is my foyer's new tall sconce from The Tin Bin that took me months to decide upon.  As for the stencils, I have them narrowed down and will order this weekend.

Hope you're having a wonderful Valentine's Day.  I was at the doc's this morning and a husband called in asking them to change his wife's appointment to later in the day.  He hired a string quartet to serenade her at work and wanted to make sure she would be there.  How sweet.  They obviously know each other well and this is something she would love.  My husband knows me well enough to know that this is something I would hate.  I am not a romantic.  I'm the get-away-from-me type.  The only mush I can handle is cornmeal.

I'm still working on charting and stitching the pony bag.  I can't begin to say how many times that one flower was frogged and redone, but I do know that number is three for the horses.  I'm finally pleased.  Because of the problems I have with my hands from painting, and now dyeing (which involved strong bleach) they are similar to Velcro.  Terrible.  The doc took a look and said it is winter hand eczema and no cream will help. That surprised me because there is no itch, just sandpaper rough dryness.  I have to use hydrocortisone cream on them two to three times a day, and until they are better, the stitched areas on the piece are getting fuzzy.  My left thumb holding the piece is like sandpaper on the floss and I tried using a left glove when stitching but it didn't work.  Not really noticeable unless I'm putting new stitches in next to the affected ones, and at first I couldn't figure out what was happening.  I can't wait to be done with this.  I found Eliza what's her name and she will be next.  Fuzzy or flat.

And the winner is ....Parsley.  Thanks to all for entering.  I was a little surprised that I got more entries for my box than $$$.  I'd prefer the dough.  I may have a few pony boxes for sale next week.

Now for information that you already know or don't care about -  a comparison between crushed walnut shells that we use for pincushions.  I used to get Kaytee in the bird section of my pet store but it's no longer carried, so I purchased Zilla in the reptile section.  Here's the difference between the two.  Kaytee is on the left and more coarse.  I like them both but the Zilla is better for the small strawberries.

 

 

And here's two more nuts.  Can you tell the difference between the two?  Dad Bud is closest to the door and son Nitzy is front and center.  We didn't get the latest snow storm since we are almost on the Ohio border. 

 

 

 

 

 

So that's it.  Haven't been online much so I hope I can catch up one day.  Until then, enjoy your weekend, stay warm and safe.

 

Thanks for visiting!!

 

Your offer and my thanks

Greetings!  Thank you everyone for your suggestions and encouragement!  With great embarrassment I admit again that I can't swallow pills.  Choked once when very young.  I think that's when the claustrophobia began and a deeply embedded fear persists, even after several hypnosis sessions.  I chew, cut, or open capsules, many have taste that's bearable, but most are intolerable.  And with a family history of breast cancer, I can't take estrogen. My doc checked a while back and found that bioidenticals were not offered locally and testing and such was not covered by my insurance.  I do believe it's better.  Really. My long rides are less frequent, but my Jekyll/Hyde moments aren't!  But hey, who wants to be nice all the time anyway? 

Two other things that are none of my business.

 1. if you get those PITA emails from gmail about "following" someone, don't open them.  If you have, search "flipora - infoaxe" and get instructions how to remove them from your computer.

And 2. we have another friend whose dizziness ceased when he stopped all aspartame (Nutrasweet) products.  After years of doctoring and tests showing nothing, he heard about someone else, and gave it a try.  We always advised our patients to not consume diet products during pregnancy. It doesn't affect everyone, but could very well be responsible for the rise in ADHD and depression.  It reduces the serotonin level causing an imbalance that affects mood, learning, memory, and behavior.  Young children are especially susceptible.

 http://www.webmd.com/depression/features/serotonin   

 http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/17684524

http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2012/09/26/aspartame-causes-brain-damage.aspx

 My cousin's step daughter was diagnosed with MS, only to find it was the aspartame, and she is now fine.  Her classmate had seizures which stopped after removing all diet sodas, and my nephew's grandson is not as wild.  If you have any of these symptoms and consume aspartame, take a break and see if it helps.  It may not be the cause, but it's an easy fix if it is. 

 

On February 14, at 8 pm EST, I will have Random draw a name for a $30 gift certificate from 123 Stitch.  Make sure you leave your initials if you're no-reply or anonymous.  I won't be back until then.  I need to stay off Pinterest and the computer until I finish a few things.

 

Stay safe!  Thanks for visiting!!

A heap of weep

Good day to you wonderful readers.  I am grateful for your interest, kindness, support, your help, and the letters I receive validating menopause as a functional disorder.

val·i·date

1. To declare or make legally valid.

2. To mark with an indication of official sanction.

3. To establish the soundness of; corroborate.

We need to move on this.  Can you picture me before Congress, wild hair, mascara running from tears, pounding my hand of crooked fingers, swearing like a rap video.  Trying hard to refrain from climbing the table to grab a silk tie and twisting it around some smug hypocrite's neck.  It would be corroborative evidence in making my case.  And as I walk out, head held high, Elvis would be singing You'll Never Walk Alone in the background.

It all started with my new linen order and trying to get the color adjusted close to my prior fabric, which did NOT resemble what I saw in baby Matt's pants at the party.  Drives me nuts to order the same color and there is no consistency. Using the walnut dip did nothing because yellow is invincible. Remember to buy blue dye today.  I'm finally getting out on the ice packed side streets and skating rink parking lots.  The van in front of me is from our local pet cemetery, obviously going to pick up a deceased furbaby.  That started the memories of when it came to my home, and back to the loss of our first Lab who suffered terribly because of her vet, then memories of my dad's suffocation because of his clueless doctor.  So rage once again had me shaking inside while weeping outside.  My first store was Walmart.   Walking from my car, I see a Cadillac Escalade pull into the handicapped spot. Out comes two young women, neither handicapped, and eight children under five.  It's starting to build.  As I loaded my bags' handles over my arms in the self checkout and started to walk out, I passed the little service desk at the end.  My hair was falling over the side of my face - that did it.   I sent my bags crashing to the floor, asked the clerk for scissors, and lopped off the offending hunk. Not many customers throw their merchandise down in a hissy fit to cut their hair, and I'll bet they have new rules regarding scissors.  Next stop, JoAnn's for blue Rit.  They moved the display.  I'm trying to stay calm, up and down each aisle.  Customers throughout the store then heard, "WHERE THE HELL IS THE RIT?".  Purchased a dozen storage containers for an organization attempt, later found a 20% off coupon I had planned to use but the Rit fit trumped.  Costing more $$ is now involved and I'm on an unstoppable course. On to the pet store for brat food.  A girl on her cell phone, relaying a crying friend's pleas for help because her house had no heat and laughing about it, blocked the aisle with her cart.  The insensitive bitch wouldn't move.  I said excuse me!  Nothing.  With one shove, I sent her cart about 25 feet.  As I turned and looked at her, she took a step back.  Next to JCP, where I planned on using my $10 reward on 2 sweatshirts.  Where the hell is it?  I just printed it!  Did it fall out at the other store?  Slam the hangers back onto the display enough to make it wobble.  Last stop was McDonald's for 2 cups of coffee. While getting my money, I see the JCP reward that I failed to see in multiple searches.  Steam coming from me is not related to the weather.  They know me at McD's, but this kid was new.  I opened the lid to check the drink and then told him to fill the damn cup.  It's funny how deep your voice gets when your teeth are clenched.  He'll remember me next time.  I pulled safely into the garage, threw all my packages out of the car and left them there, came inside and baked cake and cupcakes, ate them hot.  Everyone experiences what I encountered, feels the sadness, gets angry, but the van started the menomotions and there was no going back.  They aren't easily ignored, their edges are sharp and barbed, sticking in me, not wanting to let go.  It's like I become extremely sensitive yet angered at the same time, wanting to pick up and toss a car while falling into a heap of weep.  I used to be reasonable. Sharp. Diplomatic. Patient (within reason).  Now I can't remember the word I want, where I left my scissors, the name of my friend's street.  I have trouble staying calm during a debate, get unreasonably upset at small nuisances, cry when a baby cries, and get overly emotional at sadness (or some commercials).  Hot flashes have finally become less intense, less frequent, and tolerable.  And it's not every day that becomes an emotional coaster, but when it's triggered, the ride builds speed and lasts all day!!  I've always had a temper, but not this type of rage which has me torn between crying and throwing.  Maybe that conflict can be managed and choosing one or the other would be less upsetting.  That calls for reasoning.  Ain't gonna happen.

These are the colors I chose for Eliza Pomeroy to use on Copper Penny linen.  I would show you the design, but I can't find it.  Ann Wragg, first runner-up, may take the crown from Eliza if she doesn't fulfill her duties. The ups and downs of yesterday are upsetting, but the memory problems, misplaced items, lack of patience, and indecisiveness, are the most annoying symptoms of this disorder.  And with that in mind, I don't want to offer the planned gift in case it doesn't materialize, so the upcoming post announcing the giveaway will be for a gift certificate.  If the pincushion box is made in time and you would prefer a choice, we'll do that.  Don't enter yet!  I will have a separate post with details, when I calm down and think clearly.  Until then, thanks so much for reading my menotale.  I think it does help to write it out, because I got a chuckle when I remembered the pet store girl's look of fear, and can imagine how bitchy I looked to others.  But menopause also allows an arrogance, so I don't give a rat's tail what they thought.

 

Take care and finish the weekend with a smile.

 

It's just a teapot you twit

Hello all.  Hope your weekend is off to a great start.  Mine, not so much.  I will explain in a boo-hoo post next time. 

While running errands today I blew through the antique shop at the mall, and found this. 

 

I never look for glass or tableware, just wood and pewter primitives.  I spotted this little guy and - yes I'm that stupid - didn't know how it was used.  I thought it was so cute, and it's pewter, so it came home with me, after I asked the owner what was brewed in the other two little pots. I have never and will never experience drugs, but I thought for sure this was something for cooking 'em. I've been at that counter during hot flashes, temper tantrums, and crying jags, so he is quite used to me being a little off.

The top is a creamer and the middle bowl is for sugar.  But you knew that.

 It was well used from the looks of the inside and is marked W.S. Co.

If you're wondering what I'm stitching, I haven't started the new sampler and the current choice is Eliza Pomeroy.  Or Ann Wragg.  I heard from several stitchers that washed their stiff linen and it became much softer.  So what makes it stiff?  Is there a finish such as the sizing on clothing that is removed with the soap wash and if so, why?  I've had unbleached that didn't soften, even after a dryer tumble with softener so I assumed it's inherent to that linen, but not all. 

 I think I am finally past the worst part of my pony wall bag.  That large #&%* flower was stitched four times.  I'm surprised the linen held up as well as it did because I started yanking those threads pretty hard.  The ruffled outline will be next and then I can move on to the easy florals.  Almost threw it all out the window but it was so freaking cold I didn't want to open it.

 I just took a cake and cupcakes out of the oven, and there are already three empty liners on the counter.  When you have a bad morning, baking should not be considered.  But I'm the official caker in the family and there is a birthday party in a few hours.  Hope there will be enough left for the guests.

  It always helps when I write down what's bothering me so I can read it and realize how trivial it all is.  But at the end of the next boring poor me post, there will be information about my upcoming anniversary giveaway, and also for reaching 500 posts.  The plan was to make a shaker box pincushion but that totally depends on mood so it may be a gift certificate.  Much easier during menomotions, my new word for emotions brought on, amplified, controlled, and ambushed by menopause.

Enjoy your weekend.

Thanks for visiting.