Yes, gentle reader, I do believe my needles are cursed. Possibly they were once owned by someone who snubbed a Gypsy? Maybe I can do some sort of cleanse for them--- use only green floss for a week (the needle equivalent of juice cleanses???). I feel they are cursed because, after a
Ethel has a full flower basket (yet another reminder to my little badger brain -- never again bother with Thread Gatherer ribbons from heck!!!! Never. Ever. Don't get me wrong, I think they look pretty and I love the color variegation but the edge shredding is so not worth it.)
And my Mega Mini piece #1 made it this far (and only because I kinda pushed the bedtime border last night):
Honestly -- you see why I think my needles are cursed, right? I mean if they aren't cursed then I would have to face the fact that I am a very, very slow stitcher who has a propensity to nap.
This is just a little bit of shop humor for you -- I worked at my LNS this weekend.... well volunteered really and spent a good part of the day opening shipping boxes and trying to find out where a customer went wrong in their count on a Victorian counted lace piece. Never did work that out-- though we did come up with a fine plan to fudge it. Anyway, parked in front of our door all day was this sight:
Nope, the tires weren't flat. No, they weren't parked in a hill/on a slope. Exactly how much weight do you have to put on one side of a Mercedes SUV to make it tilt like this?
I wish you a peaceful and productive day (without cursed needles). And I leave you with thoughts for Formula 1's Jules Bianchi who was badly injured in a crash at the Japanese Grand Prix. The F1 community has rallied around him and his family and team most graciously--may that help them all.