He faithfully followed my progress, and was always so happy when any new section got completed. I finished the embroidery a week or two ago, and rounded up the material to actually make the thing into a stocking. Last week I cut out the satin, velvet, and braid, narrowly avoiding the puddle of glitter glue that Miss Serious was working on at the table, got out my sewing machine, sat down to sew and.....had no maroon thread. Luckily my mother is an avid sewer and has just about every color thread known to man, so she brought me a spool yesterday, and today the stocking is finally a stocking! Hope you like it Big Trouble, and thanks for being so patient.
The continuing saga of a 40 something-year old mom's struggle to pinch pennies, go green, and find some time to knit.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Done, Done, Done, Done!
He faithfully followed my progress, and was always so happy when any new section got completed. I finished the embroidery a week or two ago, and rounded up the material to actually make the thing into a stocking. Last week I cut out the satin, velvet, and braid, narrowly avoiding the puddle of glitter glue that Miss Serious was working on at the table, got out my sewing machine, sat down to sew and.....had no maroon thread. Luckily my mother is an avid sewer and has just about every color thread known to man, so she brought me a spool yesterday, and today the stocking is finally a stocking! Hope you like it Big Trouble, and thanks for being so patient.
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3 comments:
I bow down to your mad cross stitching skills! Six years or not, that's still waaaay more patience than I have!!
Wonderful work, MN! BT really appreciates it (and he's proud you made it for him).
A bit late on the bandwagon, I know... I've been bad with blogs lately. And email. And getting up before noon. But I digress.
I love this stocking. I also used to cross-stitch and embroider, and stopped sometime before the knitting took over. Happily, I had no made-for-one-and-not-the-other cross stitch projects, so I may never turn back. But I can admire from afar...
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