There were three walks with friends (amidst all the beautiful blooming that is going on in Seattle), staying up late, sleeping in late, Thai food and popcorn with a girlfriend-while we talked and talked about how we see ourselves, who we really are, and how to get from one to the other? (There may have been some wine involved), and lots of stitching.
I rarely know where a piece is going at the start. Whether it will be sea, sky, home or abstract thread wanderings. There's been a lot of that last one lately. In stitch and mind. Hardly knowing what day it is or where I'm going.
For example: On Friday (which was neither the 13th, Saturday, or Sunday- all of which I believed to be true at different times that day). Following an appointment, I headed towards a grocery store. Wanted a lemon to add to my dinner plans. Part way there, decided to go to a different store, part way there, decided to go to yet another store. While checking out of the third store, realized I had forgotten the lemon. Got the lemon. Went home, made dinner, ate dinner, and was cleaning up after dinner, when I spotted the untouched lemon on the counter. Maybe it's vacation brain? I hope so.
Here I was thinking of Jude's Wishing Stars . . . built around a small scrap of pale blue damask, combining some of the different stitches she shares in her Feel Free Learning Center- thread beads, split backstitch, wrap, and running. Grandma Blanche taught me embroidery stitches forty something years ago, but Jude's teachings have layered those lessons with gifts of creativity, possibility and understanding. What more could you wish for?