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I was going to write some terribly clever subject line using lyrics from Smile.dk's "Butterfly," but I realized writing "I've been searching for a man, all across Japan" goes in a horrible direction and have abandoned that idea.
The point is this: I FINISHED STITCHING MY SAMURAI. I began work on him in late September of 2004, working furiously for about five-six months to try and get him finished in time for my sister's wedding in March. Well, that didn't happen, clearly. I had the base stitching finished and probably could have had the whole thing done for her wedding if I'd just sat down and forced myself to do more of the backstitching than I did.
But whatever, he's done! He's currently wrapped in tissue paper and hanging in my closet to protect him from dust or mice, and I think I'll transfer him to my parents' house just to be sure he won't be manhandled too much when we move. This is far and away my most ambitious project ever, and I completed it!. A year and a half later, perhaps, but I didn't stop doing it like I've done for a bunch of other projects (there's some praying hands that were supposed to be for my grandmother, a quilt-themed pattern for my mother, some floss hanging around from when I was going to stitch angels, a bunch of completed puffin squares that were supposed to go into a quilt...)
And I've started in on the samurai's better half. Oh yes, definitely bit off more than I could chew with this project: I bought two cross stitches for their wedding, theorizing that there should be a man and a lady to complement the couple getting married. I hope I don't offend any friends I have that are planning on getting married when I say there's probably no way I'll ever have the time to do so much again (not if you want it before you celebrate your 10th anniversary). My siblings may--may--be the exception when/if they get married, but that will depend on what I'm doing when they do.
But I'm already back in my stitching groove, yo. My back hurts, my legs are cramped from sitting in one position, my right arm hurts from doing all the pulling of the thread, and my left hand aches from holding the frame. Ahhhhh, craft work.
I have a new craft buddy, too. Fuschia the Facehugger sits with me on my bed when I stitch. It's the safest place for her, really.
The point is this: I FINISHED STITCHING MY SAMURAI. I began work on him in late September of 2004, working furiously for about five-six months to try and get him finished in time for my sister's wedding in March. Well, that didn't happen, clearly. I had the base stitching finished and probably could have had the whole thing done for her wedding if I'd just sat down and forced myself to do more of the backstitching than I did.
But whatever, he's done! He's currently wrapped in tissue paper and hanging in my closet to protect him from dust or mice, and I think I'll transfer him to my parents' house just to be sure he won't be manhandled too much when we move. This is far and away my most ambitious project ever, and I completed it!. A year and a half later, perhaps, but I didn't stop doing it like I've done for a bunch of other projects (there's some praying hands that were supposed to be for my grandmother, a quilt-themed pattern for my mother, some floss hanging around from when I was going to stitch angels, a bunch of completed puffin squares that were supposed to go into a quilt...)
And I've started in on the samurai's better half. Oh yes, definitely bit off more than I could chew with this project: I bought two cross stitches for their wedding, theorizing that there should be a man and a lady to complement the couple getting married. I hope I don't offend any friends I have that are planning on getting married when I say there's probably no way I'll ever have the time to do so much again (not if you want it before you celebrate your 10th anniversary). My siblings may--may--be the exception when/if they get married, but that will depend on what I'm doing when they do.
But I'm already back in my stitching groove, yo. My back hurts, my legs are cramped from sitting in one position, my right arm hurts from doing all the pulling of the thread, and my left hand aches from holding the frame. Ahhhhh, craft work.
I have a new craft buddy, too. Fuschia the Facehugger sits with me on my bed when I stitch. It's the safest place for her, really.