I worked on Saturday, and then woke up yesterday, with a sick-sore throat, congestion and a small headache. I am starting to think that my normal condition is to have a headache, because I've had them on and off for the last two months. None to the point where I have to go home, but still, that's a long time to be achy. This wasn't too bad, so I just got some extra caffeine, squealed that my head ached and that I am tired of having a headache and being stressed, and demanded breakfast.
SO accommodated me in my demands. He's been doing that a lot lately, funny man. I told him I found us a farm. In foreclosure. For only $950K. It's 22 acres. With an old farmhouse with two fireplaces. Probably more. He agreed it was a good price. He agreed that having a herd of beef cattle would be fun and would cut down the mowing. I even think he agreed that we could have horses. But then he asked how I intended to take care of the farm. He didn't buy my argument that beef cattle were easy to take care of, you leave them alone unless you want to eat them, feed them, or see their babies being born. He told me we'd have to get better jobs. And I guess I didn't do enough of a good job convincing him that, with my $4 hotpot from Goodwill, a shoebox of dye, and floss from Michael's, that we could dye enough floss to buy that farm and pay the sales tax. However, he has not heard Paula Deen's philosophy: When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose. I would dye some floss if it would get me a big farm house and some horses, and to not have to worry about getting laid off. I would dye all day, and willingly have blue hands. They've been blue for lesser reasons.
Anyway, because I was grumpy and sick, and I know someone will by that house before I can get the money earned for it, I spent the whole day in bed. Literally. I was stitching. I finished Patty's ornament, though it got a little frayed at the end. It's not too bad. I like it a lot. Now to get the other goodies and mail it.
I also worked on my lioness and her cub. I swear, it is not easy. Not at all. I have frogged so much that I am starting to worry that I lack basic math comprehension skills. But I can see his ear and his cheek now. I put the eye in last night. Somehow I find having a WIP staring at me gives me a strong reason to stitch faster. After tomorrow, he becomes a work project, at least til I get the kitty afghan finished, which shouldn't take too long. I know that this will get easier once I get out of the small bits of shading right around his face.And that is helping me. Sometimes, you just have to step back and look at the big picture. Like life. Right now, I am in a mucky time, with little bits of shading that confuse and irritate me. It seems I'll never get to the end, but I know the big areas of clear stitching are out there and waiting. I just have to muddle through this part, might have to frog a few bits and hope the frayed edges that get stuck can't be seen to bad. But someday, it will all lie flat and clear, and I'll see how all the colors fit together to make a story.