It's just too ridiculous that I asked all of you to post your Patriotic Quaker Hearts so that I could send a list to the designer, yet my PQH is still not even close to finished. I know! Don't you just love somebody who says, Hey, let's do this, and then she doesn't do it? Yes, I'm annoying even my own self. But I plan to stitch and stitch this weekend. It'll be another car trip weekend, and this is a great car project.
But here's my big finish! LoHaR is complete, although I keep looking at my initials and wondering if I can't come up with something that I like better. My eyes keep wandering to that bottom corner and my brain keeps saying, No. You could make that look better. What is it that's bothering me about it? Is it the color I chose? I used another color in the design, not London Fog. Or is it the type of lettering I used? Or is it ok as it is? If you have any suggestions, please suggest away.
Let's see...in other stitchy news, I started BBD's Summer Basket Sampler and man oh man, I'm having color issues with it. My piece of Baby's Breath WDW linen is much more peach-tinted than the fabric in the photograph and so far three of the WDW threads that the design calls for are completely invisible on this fabric. I'm stitching and switching like crazy.
And by the way, not to keep ripping on WDW, but since when is Baby's Breath pink or peach? Baby's Breath is white. Sheesh.
There's not much going on in family news here. Daughter ran her first half-marathon last week. She described her last mile as a death shuffle. . Sadly, that's what all of my miles look like! But hey...I'm moving and it may not be pretty, but I keep putting one foot in front of the other.
My son wiped out on his bike last weekend. He's been thrilled about riding all around Marin County, and was finishing his longest ride ever and towards the end he was going too fast and took a curve too fast and...well, he says there is no skin left on the left side of his body. It's terrible to be so far away sometimes. I mean, these things happen and he's an adult and can deal with his own health, safety and well-being, but it still gives my heart pangs.
Dave and I are headed to the Jersey shore on Saturday for one night. He wanted me to ride with him to pick up some stereo equipment in Philly, and I was able to parlay that into a night in Stone Harbor. I can be such a powerful negotiator. And it helps that my husband can be such a marshmallow sometimes. But in a good way.