Embroidery woes
I had to work this morning, but settled down this afternoon to a nice, restful time watching films and cross-stitching.
An hour into my sewing, I realised that I'd started everything one square to the left, and it mattered, so I had to unpick it all.
An hour after re-starting, I realised that I'd done it all in the wrong colour anyway. Or, rather, I'd done it in the right colour, but had forgotten to add the gold blending filament. (Is there anything in existence that is more annoying and stressful than blending filament?)
I then put the needle down somewhere, and still haven't found it.
I then peeled off some sticky paper from the lint roller, in order to remove cat hairs from my fabric. I put the sticky paper down on the couch, ready to use again later, but Honeycat sat on it. The instant the sticky stuff touched her, she ran off in a mad frenzy, charging up and downstairs, leaping in and out of the cat flap, with me hot in pursuit, crying, "Come back here! I'm trying to get it off you!", and envisaging the outraged faces of all the neighbours, as they witnessed a traumatised cat running past, covered with sticky paper.
(This reminds me of something I read once, that said that, if you cover a cat's paws with sellotape, they get very confused. Their sensitive paddy paws are telling them that they're standing on a hard surface, even if they're lying down, so they blunder around very amusingly. The evil part of me would love to try this, but the nice part of me knows it's cruel.)
Anyway, after three wasted hours of sewing, I am now giving up, and settling down just to watch the films without trying to do something productive with my hands while watching them. I did try to be productive, but clearly fate has decided otherwise, and who am I to argue with fate (at least, when fate is urging laziness, that is.)
An hour into my sewing, I realised that I'd started everything one square to the left, and it mattered, so I had to unpick it all.
An hour after re-starting, I realised that I'd done it all in the wrong colour anyway. Or, rather, I'd done it in the right colour, but had forgotten to add the gold blending filament. (Is there anything in existence that is more annoying and stressful than blending filament?)
I then put the needle down somewhere, and still haven't found it.
I then peeled off some sticky paper from the lint roller, in order to remove cat hairs from my fabric. I put the sticky paper down on the couch, ready to use again later, but Honeycat sat on it. The instant the sticky stuff touched her, she ran off in a mad frenzy, charging up and downstairs, leaping in and out of the cat flap, with me hot in pursuit, crying, "Come back here! I'm trying to get it off you!", and envisaging the outraged faces of all the neighbours, as they witnessed a traumatised cat running past, covered with sticky paper.
(This reminds me of something I read once, that said that, if you cover a cat's paws with sellotape, they get very confused. Their sensitive paddy paws are telling them that they're standing on a hard surface, even if they're lying down, so they blunder around very amusingly. The evil part of me would love to try this, but the nice part of me knows it's cruel.)
Anyway, after three wasted hours of sewing, I am now giving up, and settling down just to watch the films without trying to do something productive with my hands while watching them. I did try to be productive, but clearly fate has decided otherwise, and who am I to argue with fate (at least, when fate is urging laziness, that is.)