Drive you crazy . . . that is what.
I'm becoming quite the brown expert, I tell you. Now that I've finished most of the cub, I'm working on his brown mama. And these are not pretty browns. They're 869, and 167, and 3021 all mashed up together. With a dash of 434 to make you go, "WHAT THE . . ." And it's slow going. But not quite as bad as working all the various shades of white and cream that were in the little cub's ears. That stunk.
I took a break from this last night and picked up my neverending UFO, Fall Cat by Sisters and Best Friends. I've been working on it for 3 years, and it's not that big. I am actually almost embarrassed by the fact that it's still out there. But, it's all hand-dyed threads and wonky lettering and tiny count fabric (at some point between 2006 and now, I got old because my eyes just don't work so good on 18 count and my fingers don't like pulling two strands through that fabric anymore, I knew there was a reason I dreaded turning 30 so much), and so it's not my favorite project to work on. I pick it up when the guilt overwhelms me. But it's in my rotation now. And it's nice to work with color.
I won't enter it in the fair, though. I told SO that, in my opinion, non-traditional samplers don't do so well in competition, not up against traditional samplers, and I wish they had a separate class for them. Maybe I could enter it, though, as a wall-hanging, as a seasonal decoration. I don't know yet. Perhaps I should focus on getting the important stuff done.