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Hello people.  First I'll show you the project I've chosen and then the details of the giveaway. 

 

Scarlet Letter's ABCD 1817 miniature sampler which is to be stitched on 30 count over one.  Finished size would be 2-3/4" x 3-1/4".  It would be amazing in that size.  My choice is over two on 35 count to finish a little under 5"x6".  Still small but not miniature.  I chose the colors in DMC, (I never use silk) and this piece of 35 WDW's beige linen will be the fabric with not a 1/2" to spare.  I still detest cutting into a larger piece and try to buy and use the smallest cuts.  I've also decided it's well past time to start a stitching journal.  I have nothing recorded for any finished piece and that's pathetic.  No idea what that color linen is, what count, what changes were made. 

I like this linen color very much, wish the texture was a bit coarser, but would use it again.  If there is a small swatch left, I can start a linen journal to refer to, but then again, these colors may not be the same in a year or two but at least I will have something to refer to other than a computer screen.

 

 

 

*GIVEAWAY*

 

The gift certificate will be $50 and you can choose from

http://www.nordicneedle.com/

http://www.silentstitches.com/ (free Kelmscott Needle-Minder as bonus)

http://www.123stitch.com/

http://www.needlecraft-corner.com/ (20% sale until 2-29)

 

Some really great and unique items, special scissors, and options at each of these.

The list could go on and on.  They all ship overseas, but if you have a shop locally, or a favorite online, I'll try to accommodate your request.  International will be whatever $50US dollars are worth in EUR or C$.

So the rules are simple.  Leave your comment on this post only, email me if you can't leave a comment, make sure I have your initials or email in the comment. Winner will be drawn this Thursday 2/25 at 8pm EST.  Please don't spread the word, this is for readers only.

Good luck! 

 

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Four things. Four fricking things.

How 'ya doing?  Happy?  Crabby?  Snarky?  Sad?  All of them?  Welcome to my world. 

 

1.  If I see another politician wildly waving their signature arm movements, screaming to crowds of how they will solve all problems without one solution spoken, I will choke on my chocolate. 

 

2. And.....when did the meaning of hack become a "tip"?  Hack always meant a skilled person who does horrible work or a computer invasion.  Now it's "check out these cleaning hacks"  "cook quicker with these hacks"  "101 of the very best hacks".  What the hell?  I don't like changing word meanings.  Make up a new one and leave my old lady vocabulary alone.  

 

3. I purchased a calcium supplement (gummy since I can't swallow pills) and didn't read the fine print - "Processed in a facility with products that contain egg, fish, shellfish, soy, and tree nuts".  Put it on the front label, don't hide it in the fine print.  I'm allergic to shellfish.  Chances would be minuscule to have a reaction but I take no chances at all. 

 

4.  Finally.. KALE!!  That bitter crap is everywhere.  Kale has always been known to be a healthy vegetable.  But all of a sudden, marketing has taken over and it's everywhere and in everything. It's the same green that it was 10 years ago.  It's extremely high in vitamin K1 for coagulating or clotting your blood, so anyone taking Coumadin or anti-clot drugs, it will change the PT/INR blood work unless you eat it every day.  Many veggies are higher in Quercetin and other flavonoids than kale.  I'm not saying you shouldn't eat kale, if you can handle it, eat it.  It's good for you, has lots of other healthy benefits, but so do other cruciferous vegetables. Give me a break and quit pushing it.  Eat a cup of blueberries, a banana, and a sweet potato, they taste 684% better and are just as loaded with vitamins and minerals.  Get the kale away from me!  Geez.

 

You see how little things that should have absolutely no effect on my mood can turn me into a wolverine?  In another few hours, I'll be laughing hard enough to need a mini pad.  I'm out of control people.

 

Tomorrow... Sunday right?, I'm posting the giveaway and my new project.

 

Have a good evening.  Snark away.

 

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Decisions

Greetings folks.  Have I started another project?  Nope.  Why?  Slumpola.  The longer I wait, the worse it gets, but I had another issue.  I was using my heat gun with the metal extension, trying to correct the warped box lids.  This time, I was in a different room and forgot where the cord was, walked into it, and grabbed the metal part of the gun as it was falling.  The burn was really not as bad as I expected, the scream was no higher than my usual, and the healing was pretty quick.  It's fine and I can certainly start another sampler this weekend.  But which?  A little freebie?  I have many small marking sampler charts and yet a few very large projects are calling my name but it doesn't sound like marly.  Might be a clue that they're calling someone else.

 

When I was posting my seven days of samplers on Facebook, I also showed my smalls and fell in love with them all over again.  Especially this tiny Scottish Initial Sampler from Chessie & Me.  I've found that years ago, over one was not a deterrent as you can see in the first row.

 

 

I want to thank you for the uplifting comments about my blogging anniversary.  Your kind words and friendship are cherished.  For my anniversary giveaway, ten bucks for each year, a $50 gift certificate.  I will probably give you a few shop options as I did before because places like Nordic Needle offer storage chests, quilting, sewing, just about everything (not everyone prefers cross stitch).  But maybe I will choose one shop and stick to it like people that have focused fogless brains do.  I will think long and hard and post the official giveaway notice either tomorrow or Sunday.  Do not post about it to others - this is for my readers and followers.

 

Until then, eat cake, stay safe, be well.

 

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Five years and three days ago

I started this blog.  And I forgot all about that.  How strange to go back over the years and read through the changes, the feelings, moods, strange times when I was all over the place and silly, reckless.  I'm feeling more settled.  I know the moods and uncomfortable lack of control were mainly menopause coupled with grief.  Today, it's the after effects of fried brain cells from too many years of intense heat and rage. Anyway, this was my first post...

Feb 14, 2011

Beginnings....

Well.   It's about time.  I could have started posting quite some time ago, but as with all my projects, put it off. I'm having the same problem with stitching.  For a number of reasons, some.....excuses.  Long ago, in the land of tight jawlines and balanced hormones, there were a number of wonderful needlework shops.  About a 30 minute drive, the best were set in old homes flaunting every count and color of linen you would want.  The worst was a sterile single building, smelling of smoke, with very few models, one unknowledgeable clerk, a vast number of charts in no order, and mostly Aida.  It was the last to close, over 22 years ago. Scarlet Letter's catalog became my only source and over the following years, I lost interest.  I never lost my love of samplers or the feel of the linen, and held on to my supplies.  About 12 years ago, I started spending a lot of time helping my elderly parents with house and yard chores.  Two years later, my claustrophobic Dad slowly suffocated for two weeks in a hospital and died, after a "specialist" failed to diagnose a pulmonary embolism after he suffered a bad fall.  I was so angry and hungry for vengeance that it consumed me.  The man that caused my Dad's horrific suffering and panic, was off the hook, because my parents' generation did not embrace today's litigious mentality.  It wasn't closed for me, and affected my ability to focus on projects.  From then on, taking care of Mom in my home kept me busy enough, and stressed enough, that stitching was more a frustration than a joy. Once she became bedridden, I wondered why I didn't stitch away while sitting with her.  But I never did.  Stress? Menopause was raging as were my moods.  When she passed, the suppressed grief and anger returned, in addition to grieving for my Mom.  That was 3 years ago and I think the grieving will never end, but I am beginning to feel like I could relax again.  I need to get my supplies in order so I can find what I need without getting snarky and causing a wave of hot flashes.  I plan on starting with small projects rather than picking up a large sampler, and am hoping that keeping a blog will give me a push.  Another benefit of stitching - losing weight!  If I am holding a piece of linen, I certainly can't allow my hands to get greasy from chocolate and treats that I consume every evening.  As for blogging - not sure it will always be about stitching until I get several projects going.  So here I go....starting again.....hoping you will join me in rediscovering my passion..... and hoping that passion is still there.  What if it isn't?  Stay tuned.....

 

I can say without doubt, that my expectation of the weight loss was highly over blown.

I can't come up with anything for a anniversary giveaway.  I only have one red box left (the prototype), gave away all the pears, the last little project, so I'll have to think about this.  Maybe by Friday I will have an idea.  I've done gift certificates before and that is the easiest and probably most useful offer.  I know international readers are reluctant to enter giveaways because they are kind enough to be concerned about the high shipping costs, but that wouldn't be the case with a GC.  Hmmm.   As I said five years ago, stay tuned!!

 

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Where did the time go?

You know how old you are, but it's just a number.  Your life continues with your routine and although years are going by, the reality of it also becomes routine and you don't feel it's really happening.  Like the slow process of gaining weight, you see it everyday and don't really notice it.  But it's very obvious to someone who hasn't seen you in a few years.  I guess the aging process can be ignored also.  It's not that we don't realize we are older, but we are detached somewhat from the tangibility, the actuality, the perceptibility.  Until we get this in the mail.  Like a slap in the face with a cold wet rag.

Pennsylvania snow crabs

 
And it's not over.