CADD

Thanks to Staci for coming up with the name of this mind-paralyzing disability, and to Erynne for designing the badge, I have become a card-carrying sufferer of CADD ... Crafters Attention Deficit Disorder. I reckon it's self-explanatory, but I'd like to tell you about my most recent bout. Since work began on ATS (and now Lo How a Rose because Staci made me want it), I've been thinking about all of my Adam and Eve charts ... slightly scary. I couldn't stop thinking about them, especially since I've been drooling over Siobhan's A&E wall (oh, baby), so I've dragged out all the ones I could find ... moderately scary. Now I have this idea in my pea brain that I'm gonna stitch all of the A&E's (plus one or two more I have to have because Siobhan made me want them) as soon as I finish ATS, even though I already have a plan to finish an ongoing project and then begin Shores of HRH ... help, I'm scaring myself. I need to be six people, at least.

If you're also a sufferer of CADD, and you'd like to have your own badge, go see Erynne. Then everyone will know, but no one will expect you to complete 12 steps toward recovery! Isn't it good to be accepted into a community? And don't you also love how I've tried to shift some of the blame for my CADD to others in the community (I thought that was rather clever)?

In an effort to spend time stitching and also hang out with the man I hang out with, I'm gonna do something I've never done before. I'm taking my stitching with me to watch the Super Bowl (gasp ... I know!!!). Can't wait to see how this one turns out. I'm not sure about what to take ... something small from the ongoing projects pile I suppose, even though I really wanna work on ATS, but it's so long now. I would absolutely sit and stitch if I were watching the football-game-of-all-football-games at home, so I'm just becoming more at home. Right? Am I right, girls? Besides, he sorta knows how I am. He just doesn't realize how serious my habit is.

Happy Weekend!

Lo - Week 2

Yesterday was Lo How a Rose SAL day, so I had a little break from the Garden. Here's a pic of my progress after replacing the L and then stitching, unstitching, restitching, unstitching and restitching some of the other letters. Having seen Staci's, Vonna's (who is finished ... holy cow) and Laura's progress, I believe I'm (again) the slowpoke and (apparently) numerically challenged (who, me? count?).

I like the new floss color (the name of which escapes me, but I'll tell you later) better ... I think. It shows up much better than the London Fog (just look two posts back), and it blends pretty well with the other colors. It'll do. Maybe next week I'll be able to count. I know! I could blame it on my old man cat Merlin. He wanted to sit in my lap, as he usually does when I stitch, but he can't fit up there because of the book the Lo chart is in. Without the book, he takes up my whole lap all the way to my knees. He fussed a lot (he's very old and very whiny) and made multiple attempts at sneaking up (not too old to jump into the chair). In fact, we had kind of a spat over it, and he was still a little cranky this morning. That's it. It's all Merlin's fault I couldn't count to 5 or 7 last night. Yeah, that's the ticket.

I know I said this last Thursday, but here it comes again ... ahhhh, tomorrow is Friday. I'm so happy to be employed, but I need three-day weekends to happen every week. OK, time to get to stitchin' in the Garden.

Eight?

Certainly you heard about the octuplets born in California. How does someone get their mind around the concept of eight babies at once? How? I know several people with twins, and I can't even imagine that. But eight? Right before Christmas my 30-or-so cousin (she and her twin sister were babies at my wedding in 1978 ... yes, I'm old) had triplets. All are boys, weighing in at a whopping 2, 2 and 2.5 pounds. Three little babies who will have to be hospitalized for months. It's enough to make me blubber. I am in complete awe and admiration of parents who spend their lives at the hospital to be with their babies for the first few months of their lives. They must be incredibly strong people. But eight? Think of the help those parents are gonna need. All of the emotional and logistical and financial needs. It's overwhelming to me, and I'm just watching the news reports of the event. Hopefully, these people can laugh a lot at all the funny things those kiddos are gonna do. How could they survive otherwise? That mom's stitching days are over for many years.

As for stitching, I'm slowly making my way deeper into the Garden of Eden, but I'll wait a little longer before I post another pic. If I go practice my piano right now, I can get a few needlefuls stitched before my purple chair turns into a pumpkin. And then I'll dream of eight babies ...