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No, yours will not look like this

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This turned out rather neatly even if I do say so myself. After making a sudoku in patchwork (see earlier post), I decided i’d try to do it in cross stitches. One driving factor was a comment on it from a follower who suggested I do one with sixteen different numbers + letters. I handsew patchwork and decided against the idea.

Doing it in crosses was much less daunting. I tried at first to make a pattern as small as possible. Already on paper it looked blurred and nothing else. This size works. The pattern is for sale on this site should you care to make your own.

But though I do believe there is a finite number of possible ways to make a sudoku that number is very high. With the pattern comes a finished sudoku for you to use as your own guide.

So many cross stitch patterns only has you copy someone else’s work. How about getting something unique?

Progress

This post is a first for me: A second post in a row on the same piece of craft.

It’s the embroidered shop again. And I post about it this week as well in order to boast of my progress. Because even if it is by nature slow going, something did happen over tha past seven days:

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It’s just as sideways as last week. But just click back and forth between last week and this to admire the difference! Most of the door, a good deal of the second window. I really am quite pleased with myself.

The finished picture is going to a friend, and I’m going to see her in two weeks’ time. I can’t get it done before I see her, because one colour ran out too soon. Most of it can be done though. Since it just lay around idle for a long time, I’ll be happy to hand it over.

And then go on with the patchwork project of 480 individual pieces I started on …

Little shop of horrors

Yes I know it’s the title of an old movie. From 1960 more precisely, which makes it older than I am. And I never saw it nor the remake from 1986.

So why name a crafts blog post after it? Because this is one of the things I’m working on at the moment:

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Sorry it’s on the side. Turn your head, your screen or just think of another movie: When Harry met Sally. She has everything on the side.

I’m almost more sorry it doesn’t really show all the shading that means areas of few stitches in each colour. Such areas take forever and usually have me cursing under my breath. Add to this the fact tht I do this embroidery for someone else because I’d never hang anything like that on my wall and I have to ask myself: Why do I do this? Why do I take the time?

I actually still like it. I like seeing a pattern and a motif come to life under my fingers. And so I have a feeling it won’t be tha last piece I do.

Just the last for a while.

Tender ( and threadbare) is the night

Sigh. I seem to dress the family’s duvets in worn-out covers of late with the result that my younger daughter (oddly enough always her) comes to me for another after few nights. Because it rips open.

Two were turned into shirts. Two others were turned into PJ’s. This one is different though:

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Not so much because it’s older than the others. But because there’s time embedded in it. The blotchy pattern is an experiment I made with thinned-out textile paint dripped and splashed onto fabric. The faint and wavering purple line to the left is embroidered. I spent time making that duvet cover.

I spent even more time including some very good time under it. I made it when I moved away from home to a so-called kollegium, a Danish near-equivalent of a dorm except it’s not necessarily on a campus, there’s no room mate system and you don’t have to move home for long vacations.

It was there I met my boyfriend / later husband, there I made friends for life ( I hope!) There I battled memory, learning skills, rotten economy, got myself terribly drunk after exams and generally enjoyed life to the most. It was on my bed with this cover friends would sit and share my G&T’s to talk through nights of plans and harebrained schemes. And it’s all associated closely to this cover. We had shared laundry room with washers and a dryer, no place to air-dry anything, and so it would at regular intervals leave its duvet stuffing, go in the washer followed by the dryer to get stuffed again with the duvet. And a dryer does add to the wear of clothes, including bedclothes.

Which means the rip is no surprise. The rest is more or less as worn as where the rip appeared. The sensible thing to do would be to just throw it into one of those Red Cross containers.

Feelings aren’t sensible. There must be some way to use this. I can’t let it go. Not yet.

 

Zen or plain idiocy?

Forget the art of motorcycle maintenance. I neither own a motor cycle nor know how to ride one.

Instead I find my Zen moments elsewhere. It generally comes to me when I have some time-consuming, menial task to perform or when I go for a very long walk.

This week, however, I came to doubt whether it really was all that Zen and not just daft. Idiotic. Ridiculously time-consuming. Because this is what I worked on:

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I didn’t get very far, because it’s tiny cross stitches. Two and a half long stripes were all I did. I have no idea how long time it will take me to get it done. all I know is I want to fill in every bit of material.

Why? I like the result. When using such small stitches in such large numbers it becomes finely pixelled like a digital photo of really good quality. And though it may well put the stamp of idiocy on me: I like the process too.

Joining the band

I’m a scout. And not only that, I am in the Danish Scout Corps.

Though it may sound that way this doesn’t mean there’s only one scout corps in Denmark. There’s the YMCA which also has girls. The old YWCA which has only girls. Tha baptist scouts which are a minority. A parallel to the Boys’ Brigade which aren’t really scouts and whose certain-shade-of-blue uniforms earn them the nickname “the Smurfs”. And then there are us. Non-denominational and gender-mixed.

I know from big camps with guests from the world that the uniform is generally taken seriously. Kept clean and pressed, badges only there for one year.

We take our uniforms more loose.uniform

Camp wrist bands on the back, old yearly stars on the collar, a wolf’s paw print, an activity I half-failed and another I found half-dull on the yoke. This bit of embroidery on the right sleeve:

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Left sleeve is even worse, filling up with tour and camp badges. This garment represents a LOT of hand-sewing. And the uniforms in general? Just as personal as this one.

Holiday haul of a material girl

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One folding cup, one mug bought for the cat motif, one cookie cutter, three bars of soap, fire bags of tea and a single blouse.

That’s hardly very material now is it? Soap and tea will gradually be used up and could very well be considered absolute necessities. Especially the soap.

Well I have to confess the real treasure is here:

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Two books full of drawings just begging to be turned into embroidery. Calico for a shirt, calico with an almost art déco-ish pattern and red linen for a shirt. Oh yes and multiple-model patterns for medieval women’s dresses. None of the really necessary. But soooo irresistible …. The red linen shirt will most likely appear on occasion once work on it starts. Stay tuned.