My stock taking has led to offers of help. You readers are so good to me! Cheryl has offered to trade some UFOs. But I'm not sure I know how I feel about this. I mean, the ones I would really want to get rid of (coughfrickinchickencough) aren't ones people would want to adopt. Its bad enough having your own mistakes to take care of, you do not want to take on someone else's.Lee said her UFOs made her sad so she "cut and run." I wish I had that kind of ability to let go. I feel like I've made my bed. And it's a bed of scratchy linen. Is it some kind of wacky Catholic guilt? I owe nothing to these pieces. Am I just a control freak? Mine, mine, mine? Is it that they are somehow part of me? Maybe that's getting closer, but I don't feel like I can give them away until they're finished.
I'm not sure I stitched enough of this one for it to be called a UFO. It's Saint Basil's Cathedral (can you even tell?) by Dimples Designs on the called-for linen. I started this when it was hot off the press--bought the fabric and pattern at a CATS show when it had just come out. I don't know why I abandoned this. So I could write a dissertation? That sounds about right.