Colleen was home for a few days, so we squeezed in some time to bake some meringue cookies. I hadn't done meringues in years, but it's really just like riding a bike. We used a recipe from this site, and it was practically fool proof. Colleen wrote about them a bit on her blog, but I'll steal one or two of her photos anyway.
Dave has been away on his yearly golf trip, and I had plans to do all kind of housework, but - - - well, we all know how that goes. I'd rather stitch late into the night.
So on to the stitching. This is such a fun sampler! I'm almost finished - only the grass below and another leaf or two remain. But it's easy stitching and that type of stitching is nice to have when I'm stitching with friends so I'm going to put it away till then. I have another Silver Creek chart in my stash and it's just as charming.
I absolutely can't thank Barb enough for letting me borrow this Mary Garry chart. I'm enjoying every stitch and it also seemed to cure my inability to count. I haven't made any counting mistakes so far, and I had been plagued by counting errors the last time I stitched something Quakerish. Of course, that doesn't mean that I didn't make any mistakes at all. In 200 years, museum curators will assume that I didn't know my alphabet, but will I care? No.
Now before you get all excited, this is just a photo I grabbed from this site. These are not my eggs. (My first egg looks like it was done by a toddler. With his toes.) But I wanted to show you these because any sampler lover out there will look at these eggs and understand why I love them. The way the designs march around the egg. The symmetry. The symbols. The vivid colors. So I'm going to stick with it. On Tuesday nights there are a bunch of crazy ladies running around a church basement, dipping eggs in dye and getting color all over the place and it's wonderful. Oh, and burning candles. It makes it somewhat more exciting and thrilling having all of those open flames going.
I hope to have some of my own to show you as we get closer to Easter. Preferably done by middle aged hands and not toddler toes.