If somebody said to me “Quick, you have an entire day to yourself, ALL day and ALL alone, what are you gonna do?!” I’d answer promptly and without hesitation. Stitch.
My sister taught me to cross stitch when I complained of boredom at the age of 10 or so, and I’ve been a stitcher ever since. There’s always been an ebb and flow to my stitching, as some phases in life allow for the time and concentration stitching requires more than others. But nothing, not even life away at college, has taken me away from cross stitching as long as new motherhood. All my time is spent with my boy, and happily so. The moments of solitude I do manage to sneak in are usually filled with a household chore, a blog post, or just a glazed look at a flickering TV screen, too exhausted to be anything resembling creative.
But cross stitching is what I do. I knew it wouldn’t be too long until I found my way back to it. This past week I’ve picked up the familiar needle and started where I left off on Desmond’s birth sampler. The last time I was stitching this I was very pregnant and very ready to meet my baby.
It’s been a bit of a slow start and I don’t get nearly as much done in one evening as I used to. I’m cutting myself some slack though and it feels so good to be scratching my itch to stitch again.