My Tuesday was spent hand stitching knitted pieces together. I have a rocky relationship with stitching.
When I was little my mom struggled to get my stitches straight. Never took. As an adult I get easily frustrated and impatient. I have a bag filled with partially stitched scraps of fabric. What is it about a line that I can’t conquer. When I embroider its always free form.
Yesterday I grabbed a yarn needle and went to town. It was pure bliss. There is something so strange about yarn? It calms me and I find the strength to endure about any obstacle. It makes me bold.
I am hoping to conquer of a pile of fabric today, dreading-dreading, but its a necessary evil. So my mind is turned to stitching. Thanks to WeHeartIt I found a few images to compliment my state of mind.