It has been a painful process, but I think I'm enjoying cross-stitching. Scratch that. I AM enjoying it.
I have pulled apart many miss-counts, twisted my thread too often, pulled some stitches tighter than others, and done the wrong color in some areas, but I am seeing progress. I think that is what I really enjoy about it: progress. At first it is a bunch of little lines on the fabric. Then the lines become "x"s. Then the "x"s start to make a picture. I enjoy the (sometimes) rhythmic in and out. Well, I guess it's not that rhythmic as I am constantly taking out stitches and redoing then. It's amazing to see how if you look at the first couple rows and colors I did you can tell that I really didn't know what I was doing, but I think I am really getting the hang of it. I sometimes cross-stitch for so long that the squares start swimming and I cannot see what I am doing. I just guess where I am supposed to go and press on rather than stop like I should... I have learned that is bad. Swimming page = making quadrilaterals other than squares. It also = twisted thread.
Cross-Stitch is frustrating too though. I can work for three hours and get this much stitched...
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A bit depressing, but it works. After all, it's progress.
1 comment:
Wow!! You're pulling out lingo I've never even heard of... I can't wait to see some of your stuff. Put me on your Christmas List!
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