Out of the corner of my eye and lurking on the pile just under the main design wall is this. Sixty-five square inches of "WTF was she thinking?"
Well, she wasn't thinking anything beyond how satisfying it is to needleturn and appliqué chunks of hastily hacked out hand dyed damask to an equally delicious vintage damage tablecloth. It's a good thing I don't take this attitude with raw cookie dough.
How many hours evaporated and what was learned? Too many and nothing.
Not only are these pieces invisibly stitched ever 3/8th inch or less but each element was revisited with a tiny hem stitch just inside the border to forestall any fraying. I must have been in some kind of mental lockdown. I don't even want to revisit the time. My task for the evening, flip it over, clip all the stitches and get back to reality...I need another personal blankie like I need my own fleas.
4 comments:
You're too hard on yourself! They look lovely! Sometimes stitching is all about process, rather than product....
i like them ,it; don't clip or trim.maybe a sprinkle of salt and a spray of rain?
First of all, you are hilarious. And I needed a laugh tonight. And then I think about how excited I get when the opportunity to do lots of turned applique crops up. I call this kind of obsession "my thinking time."
thanks Diana..happy to serve. I would have been better off cleaning the studio with all that time, really.
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