I used to do a lot of cross stitch; then took up quilting because my hands couldn't handle all that cross stitch.
Now some times my arm/shoulder can't handle quilting...so I took up stitching. I have found it to be a great stress reliever as well!
Just because stitching is a stress reliever doesn't mean that I do a good job of it. I started with the Gifts of Grace BOM. Notice...I said "started". I didn't say 'finished'. This is a fruit of the Spirit series and the first block was "Peace". Here is what it is supposed to look like:
(Click on photos to enlarge)
Well, here is what mine looked like.
The stitching around the butterfly is awful!
I kept forgetting what I was doing and how to do it.
I tried a different type of stitch on the 'P' than she used;
and it is ok but not great. I haven't finished the other letters yet.
So, because the butterfly looked so bad;
I thought I would try stitching without having to do a blanket stitch
and just do some straight stitching instead.
But the Satin stitch of the "P" is awful this time around!
Notice the rest of the letters also are not finished.
I am not a quitter. I will keep practicing this type of stitching;
but I am not doing the rest of the Gifts of Grace blocks for now.
(And I wanted this to be a quilt gift too.
Sorry June...someday I will make you something.
It just has to be perfectly suited for you!)
I actually am quitting because of my lack of floss.
(and lack of beads that would look so pretty. see top photo.)
Probably sounds silly to those of you that live near the city
and can just run and buy some.
I used to have every DMC color all sorted and stored and labelled.
It was lost I guess from my 'past life'.
I somehow managed not to lose my inherited floss.
Isn't this awful??
Who would store their floss this way?
So, for now I am going to start another stitchery project
that uses all one color of floss.
Much easier than trying to buy a bunch of colors right now.
(Oh hubby...my birthday is coming...I need floss...and I am not talking the dental kind!)
Stephen doesn't seem to think that I need to start another project.
He stole my sewing basket.
It is now a boat.