It's in here somewhere.
I have a new denim jacket - my Dixie Mink - and I want to either stitch this high on the sleeve or stitch another (as if) directly to the shirt. Problems abound.
A. I can't find this one.
B. I have NO red, even warmish, dirty thread in my stash. In fact, my stash is so vanilla these days, every time I open the box, I get sad and just shut it.
That sad thing. I'm at a place where I'm deciding if I want to eat a big hunk of the shitty, sad pie that I have been baking for myself daily.
Or not. Decision made.
The remedies (and the results) are much tastier.
I hate being web-coy, but it's not all about me, so, more facts in time.
As I rummaged through my stash for the heart, I found snips of red-hot fun everywhere. For now, I'm resisting the urge to build a heart from these scraps because I won't be happy with the outcome.
Doing for the sake of doing never does it for me. Ever.