I’m stitching yet another Read ambigram bookmark for a purpose that I’ll share another time. It’s just business as usual for me. When I decided to share it here as an example of actually stitching, it dawned on me that my “usual business” is pretty darn funny. I was oblivious to the absurdities until I stepped back and looked at it from something like your perspective.
This is the picture I took of the scene.
This is not a set up. This is where I plunked down to stitch yesterday. It made sense at the time because the natural light was good out here, and I wanted a table because I don’t like holding hoops anymore, and I needed a hoop because I’m stitching on a small fabric scrap.
Looking at the image now, I note these things:
1. My favorite stitching chair continues to be a plastic lawn chair.
2. I have piles of needlework fabric, and I even have a large piece of this yellow fabric, but by golly I can squeeze something else out of this little piece.
3. What? Make some room at the table? Why? I have plenty of room.
Those colorful pieces are my future dining room table, waiting to be assembled so I can then paint the top. The greenery in the old ice cream tubs is oregano. You can’t see the basil, parsley, and thyme beside these tubs. I’m still eating the leaves. Eventually, I’ll trim the plants back and let them winter over downstairs or in some corner somewhere. And then there’s that stack of papers which is the electrical plan for the house. My tool belt is on the floor just out of the picture. I’m doing some electrical stuff in my spare time, too.
Does anyone else find that scene funny? But it’s nicely representative, too: In the middle of my varied and cluttered life there is little circle of needlework.