These past two weeks were the weeks to feel like I was living in pioneer times, or a third-world country. We had five days in a row where it rained nearly continuously, and when it rains our satellite internet goes out completely. Then our power went out for four hours one morning and I scrambled around trying to save the frozen meat and produce, not knowing how long the outage would last. Now, for the last three days, our water pressure slowed down to a trickle, and then completely went out yesterday afternoon. We are reassured by the utility company that there is a "leak in the area" and that a technician will be coming out to check it out sometime today. Not to fix it... check it out. Meanwhile I'm washing my hands with water from a jug and the dishes are piling up... again.
So it's natural I start thinking about my zombie apocalypse skill set and how I could support myself when society breaks down. Honestly, not much will change... except I can't watch through the X-files for the billionth time while I spin yarn or stitch. We'll have to re-live the episodes verbally, like campfire stories I guess. "This one time, Mulder was tracking a guy who could stretch and fit himself through impossible openings like a bat. Only instead of getting caught in your hair, he'd eat your liver..."
So anyway, what I've been doing since my last post... I've accomplished quite a bit, actually. I *finally* finished a doily I've been working on for a week, and thought I would be done with before the holiday weekend... but wasn't. Yeah, I procrastinated. What finally gave me the impetus to finish was the thought that I could work on a few personal projects when I was done.
Ever since I was diagnosed with several allergies, I've been using a special pillow protector and changing the outer pillowcase religiously every week. I decided that was a good enough excuse to make myself some really pretty embroidered and crochet-embellished pillowcases, and if I find a new item to sell in the Etsy shop, all the better. This pillowcase was from a cheap stamped kit I found on Amazon, but now that I've found out how drop-dead easy it is to transfer drawings for embroidery (which I will share with you in another post), I'm going to start doing some fancy patterns I've purchased in the past, and then move into embroidering my own art. Hey, I could have 52 pillowcases and still not use them all in a year, so I think this is a medium I could explore for quite a while. If I were to break it down, it took me three work-days to finish embroidering that pillowcase. If I choose to crochet the edging, possibly five days total. You can add at least a day to that, because my crochet always takes longer than I think it will.
Yesterday, before I started a new embroidery project, I felt it was really important to have a pincushion. So I started a new embroidery project to make one. I know right? I have the embroiderer's equivalent of "cast-on itis". But it only took me a day to take this cutie out of the book
Doodle Stitching: Embroidery & Beyond: Crewel, Cross Stitch, Sashiko & More and make it real.
My selection of felt was limited, so my green isn't grass green, but after discovering a long-lost stash of DMC floss in the garage amongst the items we moved into storage after Hurricane Katrina a few months ago, I was able to match my floss colors. I may design my own pincushion later and add a nice big neodymium magnet to the bottom. And now I have someplace to park my embroidery needle! Here's hoping the new doggie doesn't decide this is a great chew toy... this little guy chews on aluminum cans when I'm not watching, so I won't put anything past him.
I have two doilies that need to be listed in the shop, but since setting up for decent photography takes a bit of time, I may be waiting until I have a few more items to snap before I put them in. Plus I got a new light set and I want to clear out my photography corner a bit and run a vacuum over the dead bees that collect there (long story) and it's exhausting just typing that out, much less doing it. I'll keep you posted.