Here we are on Friday. Did you think you would make it? Not me. Well, I knew I would make it (Lord willing), but I wasn’t sure what shape I would arrive in.
What a relief! The broomstick’s been a little shaky here and there, but no harm done. When the ride gets bumpy, I make a pie, and pie always helps. (P.S. Follow zebrakeper’s 5-star advice under ‘most helpful positive review’ below the recipe.)
Yes, my lovelies, a pie will always get you through. The pie loves you; the pie cares. Look to the pie.
I know you’re all waiting for the unveiling of the latest and greatest stitching adventure. Have no fear, but first… Let’s have a little discussion about big change. Did we already talk about this? Change is a thing that never changes. Just when I conquered the driving commute, lo! and behold, my strategy changed. I had to learn the protocol of train travel. I feel so grown up.
I also survived my first office party. Okay, never, in my life have I ever seen anything like this. Sure, I whipped up a batch of peanut butter cookies, but how could they compare to something like this?
My poor lil’ cookies, how could they compete? That’s okay; I know they found a good home in somebody’s purse.
How many pieces can be patched into one little life? Most of us have more than one “I.” There’s the office me, the train me, the wife me, the home me, the mom me, the daughter me, the sister me (kind of stumbling on that one, right now), the writer me, the stitcher me, and–last, but never least–the blogger me. How about you? How many you(s) are you juggling at the moment?
Whew, *shudders* let’s move on. After her face, hair, hat, and uniform details, my WAVE woman is ready for anything.
Yay!!! I used satin stitch on her hatband, shoe heels, tie, and clothing folds (skirt, sleeve). I thought the braids of her jacket would pop nicely with a chain stitch, and of course, french knots for the buttons. Through all the good times and the bad times with this girl, she came out looking good like a service woman should. Go ahead, enlarge on the details. I’m so proud.
While considering my next major endeavor, a little knitting. You know I can’t think without my knitting needles.
I had such a good thing going with my yarn journey, I must return to it to find my creative center. Whatever. Really, it just fits nicely in my bag o’ tricks. No matter what’s happening on the outside, I save the best for the bag, that piece of me, the real me, that can fit snugly in my pocket wherever I go. This is the primary “I,” the secret smile, the speed bump in my brain that reminds me to slow down and knit a wash cloth during lunch hour.
What’s next? Easter? Mother’s Day? Hmmm…let me think. What can we make for the bunnies and the mommies? I may have to knit a while on that one.