sigh,
i will finish this soon.
I couldn’t get through these thousands of French Knots without audio entertainment from Ira Glass and his story crafters.
My goal is to stitch for 90 minutes each day.
FYI: this i sabout 13 inches wide by 9 inches high.
Oops, not the best photo quality for these almost done pieces, but even when they are done, they won’t really be done, since they are part of a larger piece called “Value Added.” Stay tuned, school is in session, and after more than a year, I will be making my own work again–YAY!
Okay, as much as I love them, French Knots don’t work everywhere. This is an old wool that belonged to my grandmother, Battista Battista (her real name). It is a very loose weave so was tricky to stitch into. Also, I used a hoop this time, which I never do anymore, I mostly work with a heavy stabilizer behind my fabric and prefer it. Also, just to make these knots harder, I used Frosty Rays, which looks great, but can be persnickety. Also, I worked on the knots in a waiting room filled with the sound of old style Muzak.
I cut off my knots, kept my Frosty Rays, and went with a running stitch.
This priceless work of art has been removed from the tree at the front of my house. It has actually been doing quite well on the plant, the leaf was thriving despite my embroidery efforts. I suspect that once the leaf starts drying out and shrinking, the stitched words will become a big unreadable tangle of thread.
This wee little piece was stolen from my studio at school the day after I made it (jan 07). Did the perpetrator need to the money, or did they just really agree with the sentiment?
Before the bases for the kitchen cabinets go in, I thought it was pretty important to hide a treasure tin for a future homeowner.
(Handsome husband’s head is not included in the tin.) Here in the tin in place, about to be buried.
