I did it. Despite having to decipher different and conflicting translations of the pattern and some vague instructions, I did it. Watching the youtube videos helped immensely along with my previous knowledge of crochet. I need to remember to put my notes into my project.
Just looking at it causes me to choke up a little. Tonight we had the rehearsal for Danica’s wedding and I had the tears down pat. It’s all going to so beautiful and so very Danica.
It’s not traditional but still so very wonderful. My daughter is going to be wearing something that I made and I’m so humbled by that thought.
It’s a perfect day for tea and cross stitching.
And laundry. Oh my goodness gracious, the laundry.
I have most of the floss sorted by first number and I’m slowly winding them onto bobbins.
I thought I had all the 300s done, until I opened the floss away bag binder.
A basket of things waiting to be worked on.
A bit of spring courtesy of my yard. I’m glad of the lilacs. They remind of a huge lilac bush that I left behind when I moved out of my townhouse. The purple tulips were planted by David just after we moved into the new house.
I have been straightening and putting more things away in my craft room although you can tell from the background of this picture. I assure you the floor looks clear and lovely.
It has been a very long time since any of these projects have seen daylight.
My mother used to be an avid cross stitcher and I often envied her ability to finish so many projects. Granted, most of them were small but she did do a couple of large ones and if we were to count total number of stitches, she’s completed far more than I had by the time she stopped stitching. As she got older, it became harder and harder to see the tiny stitches even with a magnifying lens. She destashed all of her cross stitching stuff, including a wonderful floor stand lamp/magnifying lens and passed it all on to me. I came home from a couple of trips to Texas with floss, frames, kits, accessories, and a few unfinished projects. Her method of kitting up a project was to buy all the floss required and putting it in zip lock baggies. She kitted up dozens of small projects without a thought to the many skeins she already had. I was a bit guilty of this myself years ago, so I already had at least one of ALL the DMC embroidery floss colors.
My stash is now over flowing with duplicates. Many duplicates.
A few things occurred to me as I was sorting through the floss preparatory to winding it all on bobbins and adding them to my collection.
- I don’t have enough floss boxes for all the floss.
- Once I get enough boxes, they’re not going to all fit in my super fabulous floss box holder. Artbin Mega Tote, I believe it’s called.
- I can’t get another Artbin Mega Tote.
- I had to buy two more packages of DMC number stickers.
- My floss bobbins aren’t going to all match.
- My floss boxes aren’t going to all match.
- I’m still kinda annoyed that I can’t get more of the colored floss boxes.
- No, I can’t get rid of the colored ones and just have all clear ones. Although, if colored floss boxes still existed, I would consider buying all new colored ones. Especially if they were orange. That would be amazing.
- Companies that make organization boxes just can’t be depended on to keep their colors consistent.
I’m enjoying this recent frenzy of organization, it’s soothing to the soul of a woman who just sobbed because she lives in a house full of people that won’t take care of their own dishes. I can’t control the dishes but I can control the floss.
I’ve lost my knitting mojo. I’m sick of crocheting. Spinning hasn’t even entered my thoughts. Until just now and I don’t want to. This feels different from a normal spring bout of startitis.
So what does a multi-craftual Kimberly do? She goes through, literally, ALL of her cross stitching stuff. I did. I opened all the bags and boxes and containers and looked through all of it.
Holy crap, I have a lot of cross stitching stuff.
I’m feeling the need to get it all out and onto the dining room table so I can get a good picture of it all. I don’t think it will all fit on the table.
I have dozens, maybe hundreds, of skeins of floss in little baggies that I inherited from my mother. My mother hasn’t passed, she just destashed all her cross stitch stuff since she can’t see well enough to do it anymore. I kinda can’t see well enough either but I’m going to persevere with good lighting, reading glasses, and a magnifying glass. I’m itching to take all that floss and wind it onto bobbins like my floss is.
I’m anxious to work on one or more of the WIPs that I have from years ago or maybe one of Mom’s WIPs that she included in her generous destash gift. I’m also anxious to start a new project, I just can’t decide which one to start.
Because I can’t decide which of these things to do (wind, WIP, Mom WIP, new), I’m doing nothing but looking at all the stitchy goodness and blogging.
I obtained some magnifying glasses in the hopes that I would be able to cross stitch once I started wearing my contacts again. I stopped trying to get used to my contacts when I was having those horrible headaches at the end of last year. I started wearing them again a few weeks ago, found my magnifying glasses and voila… I’m cross stitching again.
I think I started this just after 9/11
I’ve really missed this.
The missing skeins have been located. I found one in my stash and the other in my mother’s. Yes, this means that I had to search both stashes.
This is my stash cupboard. It is a linen closet in my upstairs hallway that holds no linen other than the cross stitch variety. It holds instead all of my cross stitch fabric, thread collections, patterns, finished projects, and WIPs. It also holds all of my craft magazines and jewelry making supplies. The blank spots represent bags that I took out to search for the two colors that I didn’t have in my regular DMC stash (the blue bag). That is everything I had to search through to find two skeins of floss. Now I get to put it all back and try to make everything fit. I will probably spend some time winding the 1000 stray floss skeins onto bobbins. When everything is put back, there isn’t a single inch of space to spare. I need to rearrange some things and see if I can’t fix that. I have a couple of stacks of new-ish magazines that need a home.
Lest it appear that I have given up knitting, I finished a linen stitch dish cloth yesterday and loved it so much that I started another one. I love these yellow and orange colors.
Would you run to the craft store to grab just the two floss colors you need and thereby risk coming home with a heck of a lot more than just two skeins of floss OR search through this huge, unorganized pile?
I was pretty sure I had every DMC color known to man. This means that if I do in fact have the colors, I’m going to have to search my dozens kitted WIPs and the stuff I brought home from Mom’s to find them. Other than that, I’m ready to start. Halloween Hoot Owl from the 2014 Just Cross Stitch Halloween magazine.
I’m going to completely ignore that new colors were introduced in 2013, long after I stopped actively stashing cross stitching stuff.