Every Day in May

While browsing the blogosphere, I came across this blog by French Toast Girl issuing a creative challenge in May. She intends to paint every day. I thought this would be an awesome opportunity for me to stitch every day in May. So I am going to join this challenge.


I solved my stitching schizophrenia by deciding to continue with the Rainbow Borders sampler. I will soon post a pic of it.

Stitching Schizophrenia

The responsible part of me says "FINISH SOMETHING". The adventurous, impulsive part of me says "START SOMETHING NEW". Those of us with Gemini Suns or Ascendants are always having to deal with this kind of internal dichotomy.

If I start something new, then the responsible part will remind me of my WIPs and suck the enjoyment out of the new start, which means I will eventually put it down and end up with yet another WIP to feel guilty about. If I don't start something new, then the adventurous, impulsive side of me will pout. It just does that. It thrives on the new and exciting. The best way for me to satisfy both sides is to do both, and the only way to do both is to establish a rotation so that each side gets equal time.

So here we go. I will go and find something small, new and easy to stitch while I drag out the WIPs and decide which to return to first. This should take me a few hours, so I'll have to get back to you.

Still Thinking

This week has been a bit strange. One very good thing that happened was that I reconnected with two stitching friends I had lost touch with. That was a really awesome thing!

I am very confused about what to stitch. I don't know if I should do an inventory of my WIPs, which I must admit I have completely no idea what I have started since I haven't stitched in nearly a year, or if perhaps I should start something new for the fun of it.

Papillon started a new mystery about a month ago with a lot of pretty specialty stitches. I've been wanting to do a mystery pattern for a while now, and sort of regret not doing the one they had last year, but on the other hand, knowing me, it will take me a month just to figure out which threads I am going to use.

Maybe I should just find something silly and quick to do just to prime the pump...

Wishes

I can't believe it's been 9 mos since I last posted on my cross stitch blog! I really have not been stitching at all and I really want to get back to it. I'm trying to figure out "what happened?". Why did I stop stitching?? And, more importantly, how do I get back to it?

I don't know how it's possible that now that all my children are grown and I can do whatever I want to do, whenever I want to do it, time just evaporates on its own. It's gotta stop. I have to make room in my life for all the things I enjoy. I must start stitching again.

Stay tuned.

Good News!

I'm happy to report that the car was in great condition. Very dirty, but otherwise intact.

You would think that after calling the impound every weekday for two weeks I would know exactly everything I needed to get the car out quickly. Think again.

We arrived in Miami almost half an hour before the impound opened. So we waited. It opened promptly at 8 and there were no other people there waiting for it, so I was hopeful that I would get in and out of there very fast. But no...

Come to find out that even though Nick's license is listed on the car's registration, and the police can access this information, he still has to provide the registration in order to get the car. Not sure why that is. So at that time of the morning, we needed to find a tag agency that would issue a duplicate because, for whatever reason, the glove compartment was completely empty.

We get back from this little errand and then discover that we can't pay there. Even though Nick is the victim, the city assesses a towing fee and an administration fee, which has to be paid in cash, for which I was already prepared. But there's one catch, you got to go to the police station, to the Property Dept to be more specific, to pay these fees, and then come back and show the receipt to get the car.

Bear in mind that this is Miami, an even though the Police Station was just 5 or 6 blocks away, it's a major ordeal to 1) navigate the streets that are mostly one way, 2) find a place to park, and 3) wait in line along with the many others doing the same thing.

But we got the car, and I got back to work and now we won't have to do it ever again. I hope.