No, I am not bored.

Yesterday, my husband asked a simple question. “Aren’t you bored with that yet?” Oh course not. I suppose I asked the same thing of my mother, watching her sit in her chair with a special light over her and a small table next to her as she would spend hours and hours of time cross stitching. Well, I have thought about my husbands question and it does seem rather tedious to be making hundreds of X’s over and over again, sorting through colors and counting stitches. To a non-stitched, I suppose it seems boring. So, why don’t I get bored with it?

It’s the colors I think. It’s so wonderful seeing the beautiful colors pop off the white canvas, like paint. It’s almost magical to see the pattern come together to create beautiful picture and to make something that will be around for years to come.I will wait and be patient and then look forward to seeing and hearing my family’s reaction when at last I have finished this project. It is coming together beautifully and I am enjoying the stitching. So, the next time he ask’s me that question, and he will, I will simply say, “no, I am not bored.”Image


My Studio ( or lack of one)

Oh how I dream of someday having an art studio! A bedroom, a basement, a storage shed! Anything really where I can keep everything together and find everything. I dream of those studios you see in magazines where all the furniture match, everything has a place and easily accessible.

Currently, we are renting a small duplex. Because of my husbands work we now we will be moving sometime soon and so we just rented a small inexpensive and yet safe place with a good school district. We have been here a year now and I am longing for the day we can move into a more permant home and really make it our own.  When we move again, we know that we will be at the next location for at least 5 years so then I will find us a home where I can have some space of my own.

Here is my currant situation. I have a 3 bedroom duplex and 3 kids. The two bedrooms have the boys in bunk beds and my daughter in her own room. My “studio” consists of a small desk with sewing machine on top but the drawers are full of envelopes, stamps, etc so not usable for my sewing. My fabric is stored in totes in the garage, my embroidery thread is stored in a wood box in my room and my sewing tools are separated into see thru totes and then stored inside a large antique trunk also in my bedroom. My dinning table is currently a disaster. It was my cutting mat and my rulers on top of it, one basket full of my pins and scissors and rotary cutters. My sewing machine thread is in a sew through tote currently under the dinner table along with one tote with most used colors of embroidery thread.

Yesterday, I re-organized my fabrics. Along time ago in a land far away (Idaho) I had a 5 bedroom home, one of those rooms was my studio. I had my fabrics nicely organized on shelves. When we moved to Texas we had to move fast! My husbands promotion gave us 10 days to get from Idaho to Texas and with 3 kids and a dog, it was a 3 day drive! I had to pack FAST! Anyway, my fabric got thrown into totes. For the last several months I have been struggling to find the right fabrics, so yesterday I took 3 hours and organized them buy color and season. Hopefully that will make it a bit easier and more fun to find what I am looking for.

Meanwhile, I shall continue to dream of having a beautiful studio again some day ( hopfully soon). Image