I'd love to show you how much stitching I got done Friday night. But there's been a SNAFU.
I made a mistake, we voted, and I continued on having skipped two rows in the basket (actually in the weird birds).
Now before I go on, someone did make the argument that I should take it out because "I'd know there was a mistake in it." Hahahaha! That is not the kind of person I am. By the time I get to the other side (four months from now) I'd forget that I had made the mistake. In fact, if there was a reason to unstitch, it's that I'd forget to make the same mistake on the other side.
When I decided to skip the rows, Molly said, "Just don't count off it when you're stitching the next part." Of course, by the time I got to the next motif, I had totally forgotten that I wasn't supposed to count from the basket. The next alphabet is eleven rows below the basket; it should be 13. I realized this Saturday morning. And so this picture from the last time I stitched on the marquoir demonstrates my progress from this weekend. How can a person forget to do a thing they've been told to do just minutes before?
I'm going to blame the conversation. I would tell you all about it, but the google phrases that would lead people to my blog would make you blush. Besides you have to come to get the gossip.
The toucher was there Friday night but she kept her distance. And I kept her in my sights. In fact, it was a rather small and quiet group. A few of my favorite people couldn't make it. So you'd have thought I would have stitched much more of this pattern. Or maybe you just know how I spectacularly I can screw up a pattern and have come to expect this from me?