Dear Stacy ...
I don't believe I've ever written to express my deep appreciation of your designing talent. Without fail, every time I visit your pattern site there seems to be a new pattern singing its siren song to me. "Buy me," it cries! "Buy me!" And I do : )
I have stitched several of your patterns in this my third stitching life & they have always been a joy! Well, most times they've been a joy. I am reminded of your gorgeous Seek Joy In All Things Pinkeep Pillow design which I stitched & hold the finished product near & dear to my heart, but oy ... that big honkin' house! I am not a fan of big honkin' anything. Big honkin' houses, big honkin' trees, big honkin' animals, etc. I love seeing them, I love having them, but when I have to stitch them myself, I repeat, oy! But this is not your fault, dear Stacy ... this fault lies with me alone.
A week or so ago I was perusing my chart filing system when I spotted your Winter Woolens Cupboard Pinkeep design. My heart began to beat a little faster. My breathing became labored. My hands started to shake. I mean honestly Stacy ... you had to have been inside my head when you designed this one! Winter? Woolens? A reindeer? Quick! Where's my needle? Where's my DMC? I couldn't start stitching it fast enough! It looked like a pretty quick stitch, & it was going along very smoothly until the end when I discovered those cute little berries on the backstitched fir tree were none other than French knots. FRENCH KNOTS! Why, Stacy? Why? What on earth possessed you? I know from past experiences that French knots & I are not good friends. Sometime last year I had the great privilege to be introduced to Colonial knots & we bonded. I comforted myself with the fact that I'd just make the substitution & my stitching life would continue along a happy path. It didn't. There are "only" 13 of these little knots in this particular design. 13. That number should've been a warning to me. Unlucky 13. I started, frogged, restarted, frogged again, restarted again, frogged again ... well, you get the idea. What in my memory seems like several lifetimes later I made the last Colonial knot, hid the end of my thread & whispered a little prayer that went something like "Thank God that's over!" Unfortunately for me, whenever I look at this cute little fir tree with 13 red berries on it I see nothing but a cute little fir tree with 13 great big fat ugly knots!
I have gently placed the completed stitching on my dining table (I can see it from where I'm typing now) & I guess I'm hoping that some little gnomes or fairies or elves will come in one night whilst I am asleep & re-do those knots for me. However, these little creatures have never shown up to help me in the past & I don't have much faith that they will show up now. I keep telling myself the obvious. "Look here," I say! "This is a primitive stitching! PRIMITIVE! Those knots are SUPPOSED to look like crap!" However, my bigger & much stronger personality trait, Perfectionism, opens wide her critical eye & taunts me with my inadequacies.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Dear Stacy ...
Posted by Shirlee at 8:59 PM