I’ve decided to cross stitch a quilt for my newest grand child, Hannah. I’m not a sewer, not a cross stitcher, not a very crafty person…so why did I take on this daunting task? Well, mom made quilts for Connor and Blake and I didn’t want Hannah to miss out.
So now I sit every night with this quilt in my lap, reading glasses low on my nose, and try to finish the task before she arrives.
The quilt will have 26 letters of the alphabet and various animals adorning it when finished. Currently it is a sea of light blue X’s.
If my calculations are correct, at the rate I’m moving I’ll have to work on this thing every day until due date for a minimum of two hours in order to complete it on time. That’s IF Hannah doesn’t decide to come early.
I’m committed. I have to be.
One problem….I keep losing my needle. How can I keep dropping it? Then finding it is like looking for a needle in a……well you get it.
So last night (after losing the needle in my bed) I decided to just quit for the night. I never found the needle. It obviously isn’t in my bed, as evidenced by a good nights sleep.
Somehow feel like there’s a lesson in this. Hope to find it…along with that needle.