I know my One Little Word for this year is “grace”, but there are a couple of other words that are currently nagging me. Actually, they are aggressively tormenting me!
It’s all because of my latest cross-stitch project. I love to cross-stitch, but I rarely take time to do it. It’s probably more accurate to say that I love to pick out beautiful cross-stitch projects, buy the fabric and threads, and…think about how nice it would be to finish them. However, this time is different. I had the idea to cross-stitch something special for someone dear to me who is getting married this fall. It’s the perfect gift for many reasons, and I found a pattern that is just right.
But here’s the thing—I’m going to have to DO it! And it has a deadline!
So I started. I love the moment when I take this lovely piece of fabric, thread the needle, count to the starting place, and start pulling the threads through to make a beginning of something beautiful. I loaded up a great movie, put my feet up, plugged in my magnifier AND put on my reading glasses, and started stitching.
Two and a half hours later I realized I had started with the wrong color.
How disappointing! How frustrating! But there was no other option–I had to pull out all the thread I had stitched and start from the beginning again. I grumbled. I walked away for awhile. But then I got it ripped out and loaded my needle with the correct color, ready to start again the following day.
This time, after checking and double checking my color, I spent almost four hours once again stitching the large letter “O” in the word “HOME”. I counted and recounted. I used magnets to mark my progress on the pattern. I watched another great movie.
And after that four hours realized that I had made a huge counting mistake. In the fourth row.
This time I didn’t take it quite so well. I was a bad sport. I stomped around. I was nasty about it. I was angry, frustrated, then despondent. Almost seven hours worth of work, down the drain!
(Here’s where I have to give a shout-out to my mom, who offered to do the “ripping out” part for me because she could tell I was going to have a meltdown. She saved the project, no lie.)
I let a little time pass before starting again, but finally I was brave enough (and looking at the deadline enough) to get back to work. I gave the letter “O” in the pattern the stink eye and counted again. And again. AND AGAIN! And I stitched around it…all the way around it.
When I got within two rows of closing the “O”, I couldn’t resist counting ahead to see if I was going to come out in the correct spot.
I almost can’t even type about it anymore…
I was half a stitch off. It was wrong, and I had no idea where the mistake was.
I wisely walked away and left the house for a little while.
After I had calmed down and said a little prayer for peace and ease in finding the error, I started looking over my “O”. Thankfully, the mistake was only two rows up from where I had stopped. I pulled a few threads out, adjusted for the mistake, and managed to close the “O”.
Lessons learned…perseverance, maintaining good humor, and LOOK CLOSELY WHILE COUNTING! I guess some of it boils down to “grace” after all.
Now on to the other letters…wish me luck. I think I’m going to need it!