Showing posts with label napkin rings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label napkin rings. Show all posts

Sunday, December 03, 2006

UFO Sunday: Hardanger Napkin Rings

Napkin Rings

Stella Bjerg

Started: Spirit of Cross Stitch Fesitval in 1996.

Reason abandoned: Just a little tedious. And there's red stuff all over it.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Workin' From The Couch

Today, I worked from home, on the couch. My world has shrunk to one of red microfiber. And the sandy carpet that lines the way between the couch and the bathroom. My major project for today was to proof read a donor report, and I'm so bored, I actually thought it was interesting.

After work, I worked on the Christmas elf fairy. I'll try to get a photo tomorrow morning before I "go" to work. For now, I'll leave you with the napkin rings I forgot that I made for my cousin. I think the pattern might be from the Spirit of Christmas books. I can't run up the stairs and check. You'll have to forgive me...

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

#4 Take Hardanger Napkin Rings as Travel Project

Today I brought my Hardanger Napkin Rings on the commute. I will try to get a picture of them, but there are these nasty little rust colored splotches everywhere on these. Not caused by a needle--I would have had to have left about 20 needles in this thing. And it's also on the unworked piece of evenweave. It's a mystery. I thought briefly about throwing the project out. I mean, I took this class in Valley Forge in 1997--how frickin' long have I lived without them? But that was the year I went and stitched with my broken finger. And I paid good money for the class.

But, as my cousin the-only-woman-in-the-world-who-thinks-dressing-kids-in-white-is-a-good-idea always says, "It's white; you can bleach it." I have the fear of bleaching needlework. The project is white on white, and I'm sure nothing untoward will happen if I bleach it just-this-once. But who am I kidding? They're napkin rings, they'll need to be bleached again. I've got to suck it up. If they're worth stitching, it's worth using them. And if I use them, I will inevitably bleach them. And if this means my great nieces can't use them, screw 'em. What have they ever done for me?