Incoherent Scribblings

The Last Round

I am pleased to announce that except for the backstitching, I am done with the round robin square I am stitching. This will be my last round robin until further notice because frankly, I am burned out on robins and exchanges. It has become somewhat of a struggle for me to get the ones I have been involved in done lately, so I think it is time to take a break.

That being said, I have to say it has been fun to stitch this last square. I believe I mentioned it a couple of posts ago, but I chose to stitch the left-most cat of Margaret Sherry’s “Caterflies” for this robin. It’s been a while since I stitched something by Margaret Sherry, but as usual I had a great time stitching this little kitty. I don’t know… There is something about Sherry’s cat designs. Every time I stitch one I think that I would just love to tickle him if he were real!

Because the round robin fabric I am stitching is Aida I obviously stitched him on that, but I strongly recommend stitching Margaret Sherry’s designs on Evenweave: The partial stitches look much better and are simply easier to do using Evenweave as opposed to Aida.

Once I finish backstitching “Caterflies” Cat #1, the next step in my new ten-hour rotation system will be to move on to “Above the Clouds.” If my records are correct, I haven’t worked on Confetti since sometime back in March. Even though progress has been slow on this piece, every time I browse through my online gallery I am amazed at how much I have actually done.

And now, back to backstitching! Look for a little round robin finish later this week.

Happy Pansy

After a few minor issues related to the color of the floss used for backstitching, I finished “The Pansy Fairy” late last night. (Mark another off my Project Challenge List!) In case you are curious, 3021 worked well for backstitching the flower, but didn’t look so great on the fairy. Instead, I used 632 for backstitching her.

The Pansy Fairy
Cicely Mary Barker and DMC
32 count “Blue Fusion” Lugana by Silkweaver
DMC Fibers
05/10/06 - 05/31/07

Pizza Delivery

When I walked in the door yesterday morning from work, Mom said to me, “Umm… I think you forgot something last night.”

I already knew this because I seriously considered calling her at about 12:30 am last night and filling her in on the incident, but after I realized what happened I also knew it wouldn’t do any good anyway.

On Wednesday evening (at midnight, Wednesday turns into my Thursday), Mom and I went out for pizza at the local pizza chain restaurant. Now, at this particular pizza place, I just so happen to enjoy their breadsticks enough that I will often order them for my meal and just skip the pizza. On this particular occasion I did so. However, about half way through my breadsticks, I thought it would be handy if I ordered one of those mini-pizzas to go so that I could take it to work with me for a midnight snack. (Pardon the pun )

15 minutes before I had to leave the house for work I gathered all the necessary items on the dining room table to get me through a shift: Coke (minimum 2 cans), flannel shirt (to keep warm in our chilly office), contact and glasses case with glasses (no matter how little I wear them during the day, my contacts insist on coming out around 3 am), and a few other items. And last evening, I also laid the pizza box containing my cold pizza on the table.

About 5 minutes before I left, I decided I needed a grocery bag to carry all my crap so I went looking for one under the kitchen sink. As I looked under the sink I realized I was out of luck as Mom had just donated all of our used plastic grocery sacks to the yard sale committee for the city-wide garage sales next weekend.

At this point I was afraid I was going to be late, so I gave up on the sack, blocked the kitchen door to prevent Olee (FYI: Olee is our 15 year old three-legged cat that terrorizes everything) from entering the kitchen overnight, turned off the lights, gathered up my stuff, walked out the door, and locked it. (I know I have mentioned that in Small Town Iowa we don’t lock out doors. That is usually true, except Step-dad insists we lock the door at night.)

When I got to work, the dispatcher that works the shift before me offered to leave me a couple of sandwiches that she had brought with her but not eaten. I turned her down, stating that I had pizza to eat…

But suddenly I couldn’t remember putting my pizza in the office fridge. I told her I would be back in a second, I had to run out to my car for something. I looked on the passenger seat, but lo and behold, I had forgotten my pizza and left it on the dining room table at home. The dispatcher told me it was OK, she would stay if I wanted to run home for a second and get my pizza, but I declined.

For you see, it wouldn’t have done me any good to go home anyway: Not only did I suspect it would take Olee all of 15 minutes to find and destroy the box before eating the cheesy pizza that I had left on the dining room table, I had locked the front door before I left home and I don’t have a key to the house!