Saturday, April 28, 2007

Gecko - To remember the Big Island!


Okay, so this isn't exactly RELPING either, but it does constitute one more item crossed off my To-Do list. This is getting rather exciting.

And as for relping, the tradition, long held as it has been, may be winding down. The Sydney contingent no longer meets and the Langlois group has been a bit anemic of late. The Oakland leader moved to Eugene and is attempting to create a unit there. And the Fairbanks group has been silent. Hibernating?

Gosh, is this how the last few dinosaurs felt?

Thursday, April 26, 2007

For the grandkids


It's relping, really it is. With wood and paint. Another item off my ever increasing To-Do list. That doggone list doesn't get shorter no matter how many items I complete. Some danged fool keeps coming up with "Wow! I could....." and adding projects. I'd kick her buns if my knees would bend that direction.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Finished - At last!


Such a simple little design. It should have been done in a day or two. It wasn't. But it is now.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Bad project goes good!

The difficult project finally settled down and allowed itself to be completed with a minimum of further fussiness. Do you suppose it was embarrassed at being written about in a public place? Sensitive about potential public ridicule and being thought of as stubborn and cranky? No matter, since it chose to mend its ways and hum smoothly and quickly along. Even removing the waste cloth, a task often made teeth grindingly maddening by somebody (moi?) sewing through the mesh instead of THROUGH the mesh, went without a hitch.

Oh yeah? Like YOU don't ever refer to inanimate objects as sentient beings!

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Recalcitrant Projects

So some sewing projects bop along happily and you hum as you work and enjoy the process hoping it will last, and last, and last.

And some Don't.

The Don'ts are the ones that buck and whinny, whine and carry on, stutter, stammer and hiccup. Threads tangle. Needles disappear, then emerge suddenly solidly lodged in your finger tip. Patterns refuse to make sense and change right before your eyes. Seams don't match, pieces are cut backwards, measurements require advanced calculus.

I'm staggering through a project like that. Counted cross-stitch.

(Hysterical laughter is heard trailing off into the dark wet Oregon night...............)

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

%#@%&*

Yeah, that was me you heard swearing. Loud and colorful words of frustration as I realized that I was cheerfully stitching along on a shirt for my grandchild, AFTER MIS-COUNTING. And not in a place I could fudge either. And did I notice this after a stitch or two. Oh no. I'll be unsewing for the next hour or two. This makes a nifty mess of the waste cloth and may cause me a year's worth of wear on my molars as I grit my teeth.

How does that Neil Sedaka song go? "Backing up is hard to do!"