A Stitchinaddiction

Progress is Being Made

Even though I started back to work yesterday since my medical leave is over, I made some stitching progress last night.  Not as much as I’m used to getting, but progresss nonetheless.  I believe stitching may have saved me since work, especially after being off for 2 1/2 months, did not go well.  Seems like things have gotten even worse since I left which is hard to believe.  Anyhow, here’s my lifesaver – Sweet Treats along with a new Craft Needle Separator that arrived today.  Her little bead, the one attached to her wing, was broken, but since I definitely DO NOT have a shortage of beads, I put her to rights ASAP.

Excuse the little bit of glare on the angel – it’s dusky here and I had to use the Ott light .

I’m discombobulated from being back to work.  Not only is the atmosphere there awful, but the work is stressful, and I’m just out of the routine I established when I was off.  I feel the stress at work and then the stress at home to accomplish those things that I could just take my time doing.  In addition, getting up at 5:30 is not as nice as rolling out of bed at 9:30, lol.  Next surgery is August 20th and I’m looking forward to getting rid of this knee pain and being off for a little stretch again.

Been doing a little reading.  “Back on Blossom Street” by Debbie Macomber which is the third installment in a set of books about a woman (cancer survivor) who opens a yarn store on Blossom Street.  Not heavy reading by any means, but light and happy which is what I’m in the mood for.  A friend at work noticed the book on my desk and mentioned that she’s reading “The Historian” by Elizabeth Kostova which she’s loving.  From Amazon.com:

If your pulse flutters at the thought of castle ruins and descents into crypts by moonlight, you will savor every creepy page of Elizabeth Kostova’s long but beautifully structured thriller The Historian. The story opens in Amsterdam in 1972, when a teenage girl discovers a medieval book and a cache of yellowed letters in her diplomat father’s library. The pages of the book are empty except for a woodcut of a dragon. The letters are addressed to: “My dear and unfortunate successor.” When the girl confronts her father, he reluctantly confesses an unsettling story: his involvement, twenty years earlier, in a search for his graduate school mentor, who disappeared from his office only moments after confiding to Paul his certainty that Dracula–Vlad the Impaler, an inventively cruel ruler of Wallachia in the mid-15th century–was still alive. The story turns out to concern our narrator directly because Paul’s collaborator in the search was a fellow student named Helen Rossi (the unacknowledged daughter of his mentor) and our narrator’s long-dead mother, about whom she knows almost nothing. And then her father, leaving just a note, disappears also.

Right up my alley.  I checked out the library online but they didn’t have the book, only the audio, so I checked ebay and got a copy for $5.50 shipping included!  Just what I need for when I’m recuperating from the August surgery.

Happy Stitching!

Carol