After two weeks of delightful procrastination I finally got back to machine stitching my latest work today. Today I woke too weary to walk, after driving 235 miles in traffic yesterday. While walking may have been the best thing for me, I decided instead to pamper myself and stay home, do laundry (oh boy, now that’s pampering!) and stitch. Once I got started and the rhythm going, I changed colors 5 times and finished stitching the entire piece. Ah progress! It is actually just the foundation as now I will lay the design, the narrative, if you will, on top of the stitched base.
just how fast do you think you were going young lady?
Not long after I got into the swing of it a voice from the past visited….Chris Walberg and his gun it granny! I was really zipping along or so I thought until I looked up at the speed meter and it read 50%. Well I think at 100% steam would have been rising from the machine!
When I was 15, I took drivers education as did all baby boomers. Because we were so populous there were 4 kids in every car in drivers ed. I was blessed to be relegated to a car with Chris Walberg. Undoubtedly it was because we both had last names that started with W-. Chris seemed to be my constant alphabetical companion in high school. So there I was driving some back road in Walnut Creek, and possibly a bit overly-cautious. I felt empowered, as if I was really now a grown-up, until Chris leaned over from the backseat, stuck his head between the instructor’s and mine, and snarled, gun it granny! Funny how that has stayed with me all these years. And it makes me wonder now, as I zip along at 70 in traffic on the freeway, if he is that guy slaloming between cars at 85?
So today, pedal to the metal at 50%… Chris Walberg, this one’s for you!
this baby stitches through 6 layers like a dream
I had to laugh about driver’s ed. I don’t think we had it our school, so my friends learned from dads. Except me. While I was eager to learn, my law-and-order Texas Highway Patrol captain father certainly wasn’t going to let me start before my learner’s permit at age 16. Shortly before my 16th birthday, they sold our family car, leaving our only transportation my dad’s patrol car. Learning to drive was not going to happen there! Luckily, I soon began dating Roy, just home from the Navy, and he was happy to teach me. We married a year and a half later.
great story Martha!