Monday, November 19, 2012
When it comes to the stitching part of your life, what are you most thankful for?
I found this a most intriguing question. I guess I just never thought of my stitching as something to be thankful for. Oh, I loved it and it's probably the number one hobby in my life (and believe me, I've tried a lot of them LOL). But being thankful for it? That just never occurred to me. Then I began to think about what stitching means to me. It's a great stress reliever, except when I'm frogging something that's on 25 count over one. It fulfills my desire to be an artist. I've always wanted to be a painter but don't have a lick of talent in my entire body. So putting colors on fabric with thread is one way I can fulfill that wish. But I guess the most important thing I've gotten from my stitching and that I'm most thankful for is that it keeps me from eating, snacking noshing, whatever you want to call it. See, I need to lose about 40 pounds. Well, to be honest I actually would love to lose even more than that, but I'm going to be realistic here. When I stitch, I don't eat. It's as simple as that. Who wants grease stains on their stitching? Not me. So the potato chips have to stay away. As I get older, it's getting harder and harder to lose the weight. So maybe I should just stitch more and leave the snacking for someone else. So this Thanksgiving, I'm going to be thankful for my stitching and see if helps me resist that extra slice of pie!
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
What has been your most unusual or most interesting stash acquisition to date?
I almost didn't answer this question since I usually just haunt the normal places for stash. You know the LNS, Michaels, Hobby Lobby, I occasionally check out the thrift stores but only if I'm in there for another reason. Then I passed by some pieces I have hanging in my hall and remembered how they came to be in my possession. I work at a LNS and came to work one day and found a box on our front doorstep. It was labeled Mom's Needlework. I brought it into the store and opened and discovered about a dozen pieces of gorgeous needlework. Some were unframed and some were, well, let's just say they were very badly framed. When the manager of the store came in, we went through the box more thoroughly and divided the pieces up among ourselves. Now before anyone asks, we had no way of finding out who had left the box. We could only surmise that someone wanted them to go to a good home. So I took the ones I wanted and have since had them reframed and am now displaying them in my home. Part of me is sad that the family didn't think enough of them to keep them. To them they were probably just Mom's knitting. On the other hand, they cared enough to take them to where they thought they might be cherished (which I do). They didn't just take them to a thrift shop. These works of art are very precious to me (even if I didn't stitch them myself) and I will always honor them in my home.