Thursday Stash Bash, Vol 3

Okay, it’s really Saturday because I couldn’t get my act together. I’ve gotten really great advice on photographing my work at home, but as you can see, I haven’t taken that advice yet. I took a really great online blogging class and with that and work I’ve been overwhelmed. My hope is to start working towards implementing some changes. So on to the work:

As you can sort of see, I’ve almost completed the row. I worked until last night (Friday) and only lack one insect, but I was too tired to do anything else. The goal tonight is to finish the little bird or whatever it is that goes in the far right corner and then start on the next rows of text. I have dozen’s of boxes of fibers so I need to go through them to see if I have the Weeks thread needed, otherwise a trip to the needlework store! Yeah!

Here is a close up of the little bee. His body is worked in one over one but his wings are 2 threads. I really like how satiny they look and they really pop on the fabric.

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3 Responses to Thursday Stash Bash, Vol 3

  1. Smoochagator says:

    That bee is absolutely adorable! But I’m wondering if I am terribly dense because I don’t “get” the quote on the needlework piece :-/

    • The background is in an earlier post but can be found here. It’s called “The Marriage of Minds.”

      This happens to be featured in one of my favorite scenes from “Sense and Sensibility.” Kate Winslet, as Marianne Dashwood, recites Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116:

      Let me not to the marriage of true minds
      Admit impediments. Love is not love
      Which alters when it alteration finds,
      Or bends with the remover to remove:
      O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
      That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
      It is the star to every wandering bark,
      Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
      Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
      Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
      Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
      But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
      If this be error and upon me proved,
      I never writ, nor no man ever loved

      The Drawn Threads piece reads:

      Let me not to the marriage of true minds
      Admit impediments
      Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds
      Or bends with the remover to remove
      it is an ever-fixed mark
      That looks on tempests and is never shaken

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