Some movement... walk, a swim, stretching, playing, yoga.
Every day, for thirty days.
Something about the sewing challenge compels me to try new things, like making teeny quilting stitches, and making tiny doll clothes. Now, I am trying out new embroidery stitches, like the feathered stitch I added to some quilt squares, and these funny little curly stitches I am figuring out... elongated French knots. Speaking of knots, no matter how experienced I feel as someone who sews, and no matter how careful I try to be, I make tangles, snarls, and nasty little knots.
My other tangle is an aesthetic~design tangle. You see, I have no idea what to do with these little curly, weirdo flowers I am making. I just stuck one on the damask-like print, then tried another, and another. Too much effort to pull out, and yet they have no rhyme, no reason, no plan. I've added even more since this picture was taken, and then I made blue French knot flower thingys... and yeah, totally random.
I'm not looking for permission or absolution... I'm just suggesting, to myself:
Hey, self, if you wonder why your work looks slapped together, if you wish your embroidery looked thoughtfully composed, might I suggest composing it thoughtfully? Woman, come up with a plan. Think ahead. Follow a pattern you admire. Please, consider the piece as a whole. Just saying.
Oh! Hold on a sec, self. One more note: Take Tami's wise advice about the seam binding, and finish that Picnic Quilt, this year!