Hullo to you all!
It's been ages. I have missed you so.
I am one of those who was overwhelmed by 2016 completely. My mom was ill, but is happily on the mend. I spent a lot of time on the highway between Saskatoon and Calgary, which I love. But enough is enough. I like routine, and I feel like I have barely been here for the last year.
My studio looks a little lackluster this morning.
It always ends up being a bit of a dumping ground in the mad rush to Christmas. Usually by now I have moved through in the days between Christmas and New Years and cleaned things up, returning them all to their former homes so that I can start January with a clean slate. But this year those days were taken up with another quick trip to Saskatoon, so I'm already feeling a bit behind.
There's this blanket to quilt for my brother:
It was pinned together on Christmas Eve with a view to taking it to Saskatoon to give him to take home with him, but our furnace died over Christmas. The temperature in the studio dropped to 12 degrees Celsius, so it was abandoned for reading by the fire. I shall have to get on with it tomorrow though.
One of the things that I realized again this year, is that life is what happens while you are planning other things. I love planning. I love making big grand plans. But I suck at follow through. The last thing that I need at the moment is grand crafting plans. Or so I thought.
Imagine my surprise when I realized that I signed up for two different year long projects this year. Sheesh.
Luckily, neither one of them is particularly high pressure or high stress.
I have written a lot on this blog about how I come from hand workers. People who make things. I love that particular legacy. There are lots of other, slightly more unpleasant things that run in our family, but this one I love.
When we were cleaning out my grandmother's house, I grabbed some books on embroidery, and this wonderful box:
Birks Boxes are a thing here. Birks was (and is) a store that carried high end jewelry and housewares. A Birks box always promised something magical and special was coming your way. This one is no different.
Isn't that just a delightful jumble of colour and texture? I know that it would make some of you twitchy, but I love it deeply. There are a few treasures tucked around the edges:
A bottle of saccharine tablets (blech) that was apparently the right size for keeping these bits.
I love the story that they tell. And that they remind me so strongly of my grandmother.
But there is no point in keeping this box closed on my shelf. The thing that appeals to me about it is the story of the people who used these threads. It is my grandmother's story, and also mine. So it's time to add and take away so that someone else will continue the story.
Enter the 1 Year of Stitches Project. It's pretty simple.
Find a piece of fabric (not a problem!).
Put it in an embroidery hoop.
Add at least one stitch every day for 2017.
Take some pictures.
That's it. Add a little bit every day, and at the end of the year you will have a beautiful, dense reflection of your year.
Yesterday's stitches were some crosses with beautiful dense purple silk. Today they were outlined in green cotton.
The background is some blue pinpoint oxford shirting.
So that's one of my low stress projects of the year.
I'll be back later this week with the other.
I hope you all have a lovely year.