Some of you know exactly what that means: something so beautiful could just ruin the thing it's creating. So it's time to wash.
The things that come out of an improv comedienne's mind when she's not hooked up to an audience.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Sous-Stitcher
I'm doing the prep work for a project. I guess that makes me a sous-stitcher (ya know, like a sous-chef in the kitchen!) The hand-dyed floss is beautiful, and I love the variations apparent in the finished work. However, look closely at the label. See the two scary words? You can almost hear the knell of doom: "not colorfast." Do not ask for whom the bell tolls, baby, it tolls for thee. (John Donne gets the credit for that line--but I added the baby part.) 
Some of you know exactly what that means: something so beautiful could just ruin the thing it's creating. So it's time to wash.
And blot.
And hang to dry.
And (eventually) wind it on a card so it won't tangle while it's waiting to be stitched. All so I can sew this:
Okay.
Some of you know exactly what that means: something so beautiful could just ruin the thing it's creating. So it's time to wash.