Another journal

I had a sick-ass birthday at the ruins. It was sunny-ish while we were there and rained on either side. I’ve never been there in the sun before.

I’ve done a bit of embroidery over the past year and a half, but I need to do more. I stitch maybe 30m-1.5h every work day. Depends on the book I am reading and how tired I am. I have fallen asleep over my work, which is a little unsettling, as that is when one finds they have sewn a (calloused) finger to the piece.

I am tasking myself with figuring out the themes inherent in the stitched work I’ve done so far and building/finishing those before working on the project the sunshine keeps asking me to do. Also, all these bastards need to be stretched, framed or quilted—finished, in a word.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.