Waiting on a thread….

When I was 19, I learned to be super cool and no longer rely on A.C. Moore for kits that it felt like everyone else was doing. Anyone could walk into the craft store and get those kits. And with seven on the rack, at least 7 people in my area were bound to eventually attempt those projects.

How unoriginal!

I found websites online and was able to broaden myself further than Dimensions (not that I still don’t stitch up a design of theirs now and again… they are still by far my favorite design company)11012648_10152987847576570_8924688923822513530_n

Kits were super lame, what with them coming with everything you need to start RIGHT AWAY. Fabric, threads, chart, and needle.. Who wants the hassle of that?!

But ready made kit or chart and floss purchased separately, there comes a time when you might not have enough to get the project done. And the bigger the chart, the more often this happens. For stitchers like myself who never seem to plan ahead the right amount of floss, this can be torture.

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I have a refined system developed over my 20+ years as a stitcher. One that has served me well to the point where I make very little mistakes. When colors run out, I have to adjust until I can get that color replaced. If the color was a major color, I’m left feeling like I’m playing battle ship with the thread. Random colors need like one freaking stick in a two inch radius and without those major colors leading the way, who knows if that little random stitch is where it needs to be. (other than with obessive counting that is…)

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Every time I run out of thread, the empty holes mock me. My eyes always keep going back to the same areas I need that color, and then it ends up just haunting me that I can’t do those damn stitches. Even if it the color running out is that random one stitcher, that one little hole in another wise complete area, keeps staring at me.

Especially if they are the last five to finish an entire project………..

The only solution is, of course, to get more thread. One of the perks of buying the chart instead of a kit means that they usually provide you with the exact color number associated with the thread and you can go to the store and life is good!

After my design liberation, A.C Moore became nothing but a thread stop, maybe fabric, before I’d start a project. But through the years, you can see that cross-stitching is a dying art.  What used to take up two aisles back when the store first opened when I was 14 has dwindled down to an often badly stocked set of DMC threads. (I waited three months for them to put out a common color {318}) After awhile, I had to break up with A.C. Moore for all my stitchy needs.

I’m reduced to ordering online, which as a perk, has more threads I can work with..

Like B12032 which makes a project sparkle like a vampire from twilight.

V1130 This shiny piece of goodness is SILK. I like to be fancy in my stitching from time to time ;)

The downside is that you have to wait what feels like FOREVER for it to come…………

My Gardening Confession

IMG_20150613_160455084On facebook I have the best garden ever.

Mid May to early June, I went through a phase where if we went somewhere that had flowers, we’d pick some and plant them in the garden. I’d post updates to my facebook and eventually everyone, including my husband, assumed that I have this really diverse and flourishing garden.

Then the lillies bloomed!With over 192 bulbs, my garden truly was a sight!

 

“I can’t wait to see the garden you’ve been working hard on” ~ Mr. A

IMG_20150626_123254390 I get really passionate about gardening when spring hits. I sketch up ideas in my head of all the pretty flowers and how one day I’ll find a photographer from HGTV at my doorstep who wants to photo my award winning lillies.

After awhile though, weeding, watering, and lily beetle hunting becomes easier to push off and ignore. I have more important things to do like go to the beach and sleep in! I think my desire to garden is more like a spring time sickness where I spend lots of money on things I don’t expect to keep alive.

 

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Every so often though, like when it has just rained and the flowers are all dewwy and bright, I grab my camera and post on facebook a photo of my garden. And I get an influx of comments about how beautiful my garden is. And for awhile, I think that maybe I am not that bad at gardening after all.

The only difference between my gardening skills from last year to this year is that I know a lot more about digital photography. I learned all about angles and cropping photos so you can accentuate the good in a shot and hide the not so good. I also really haven’t invited anyone over, so…… no witnesses….

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It’s time to be honest though, I have a yellow thumb at best with green thumb ambitions.

I don’t have the gardening stamina to truly be a great gardener.

Most of what survives and thrives in this garden was planted by the previous owner.

 

Here is a front shot of my garden this morning:

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It is not the perfect garden that everyone on my facebook thread assumes it to be. It’s not overflowing with fauna, in fact there is more empty spacing than flowers.

Isn’t that just like social media, though? I decide what the world sees and for the most part most people assume it’s the truth. I can spin the perfect life for myself, but that extends only to the digital world and maybe in chance encounters in the public.

Come home with me and you’ll see that not everything is perfect. And that’s ok, because despite all the gaping holes where things died in my garden, I always learn more each year.

FIMG_1122or the moments I capture, my garden becomes the most beautiful garden in the world to me. And since I am the one that looks at it everyday, I am the only one that matters.

Sometimes, when your life feels like a sparce garden, it’s necessary to stop and capture the beautiful moments. They may feel far and few inbetween, but they can be found. It’s just a matter of learning how to look at things from a new angle and crop to accentuate the good and get rid of the not so good ;)

 

 

Here’s to all the beautiful flowers I bought that did not survive Faithie’s lack of a green thumb:

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Stitchy Friends

In 2009 my husband j406590_244990595570960_730615593_noined a forum that talked exclusively about film jackets. Mainly it was a bunch of grown men with a lot of disposable income attempting to make themselves the very embodinment of their dream movie characters.

It was a great because how many people do you walk down the street that you can instantly identify as having the same hobby as you do?

No one I know in the real world shares my passion. Sure, some have tried, but it never seems to stick even with the person who taught me, my mother. I’ve been a lone stitchy wolf for years.

So I ventured off in search of a forum that I too could find my own. And I found a great one right here. I found numerous people who were as passionate about stitching as I was. I was such a niave little stitcher before them. I had no idea what HAED stood for, the pros and cons to parking, and oh boy the heated division between those who use bobbins and other nonconventional methods like stitchbows. My stashy budget overflowed with new threads and fabrics and cross stitch magazines.. Those were some good times! Eventually I racked up over 10,000 posts, most of which were most filled with “Great job! Congrats on the progress!” It was such a beautifully warm community that I was within.

The forum moderator sent me a gift of goodies when I reached that 10,000 milestone. (Which only 11 members  out of hundreds have achieved so far). In it was a cute little design.

I finally stitched it uIMG_20150725_090243087editp a few days ago:

I am really not active anymore on the forum, what with school and the chaos. I am not really on the computer much these days with a whole lot of free time. Despite the inactivity, I will always love that forum and the great people that embraced me as one of their own.

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On the flip side, after searching years for a stitchy companion to share my passion in person.. I finally found one!

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Season Two of the Real Housewife(ish)!!!

Season One of the Real Housewife(ish) of the Submarine World was such a hit, that it has come back due to popular demand!

Episode One: The Road Trip

Faithie goes on a road trip with her best college friend, A, for a National Women’s Conference for College Leaders. Watch Faith console her friend who is hard pressed to be away from her girlfriend for a few days, complete with flowers being sent to the hotel.

Episode Two: Put on a smile

Faith’s mother in law passes while still at the conference and she does her best to get word to her husband leaugues under the sea. Watch the frustration as she tries to squeeze information from her brother in law to get enough info to send an AmCross message, but ends up getting most of her information from vague people on facebook

Episode Three: Vague messages

Unsure on if hubby knows his mother passed or not, Faithie sends really lame emails to husband in attempt to keep his morale up.

Episode Four: EEG and MRI

Z-Man ends up having another seizure, which means moving up a lot of his labwork. Watch Faithie deal with having to cope with the stress of wondering what is going on with her son.

Episode Five: Give to those who have Naught

Faithie’s husband’s seapup’s wife asks the support group to help out a homeless shelter. Although Faithie felt it best to cut ties with the support group since hubby is getting out, she can’t help but want to volunteer. Was this bonding enough to want to do more activities with the wives?

Episode Six:: Lazy Lake Days

Faith and a group of friends start a Tuesday morning lake day after their morning thai class. But is it as fun as it sounds? (spoiler..this lasted two weeks lol)

Episode Seven: This is why we can’t have nice things.. 

Hubby goes on a spending spree in port, spending up t $2400 in one port. Apparently Faithie is supposed to be ok with that because the bulk of that went to purchasing her a ring. Faithie, however, wonders how well she can trust her husband financially when he is out of the Navy and can’t be making these reckless purchases

Episode Eight: Gay Marriage!

Faithie’s support of gay marriage ends up causing her uncle to go on a maniacle blasting fest on her facebook. Can Faithie cool the waters or will her uncle decide she is a lost cause? (Spoiler: I am a lost cause…)

Episode Nine: Fresh Meat

Faithie makes a trip to the college to help our at the school’s orientation. What she lands into is a drama filled student government executive board. Is Faithie second guessing her choice to become an executive board member?

Episode Nine: When the only man in your life fails 

In a random act of possible suicide, Faith’s car has a meltdown. Can she afford to get it repaired?

Episode 10: Let’s throw in Cancer

Granny finds out that she has cancer, and it will be surgically removed. Only since she has COPD like Faith’s mother in law, the chances of her having complications are high.  What are the chances that she could lose her own mother in the same way that her husband lost his?? (spoiler…Granny liiiiiiives!)

Five Minute Friday: Dreams

When my husband is away, I have these insanely vivid dreams. I actually remember the first one. I was in a bed with a long haired hippie man. I can’t remember his name but he was the love of my life. And he was leaving for war. He never came back. The loss of him was so devastating, I felt it all throughout the day. I literally mourned for a fake love that had died.

Each time he leaves, I dream fall in love with someone and for one reason or another my love gets ripped away from me and I am left with a gut wrenching loss.

There’s another set of dreams that include my husband. In them he’s always cheating on me and I end the entire marriage. The result is another set of heartache that again lasts all freaking day.

This deployment is different. I haven’t had any of these dreams. I can’t really tell if that’s a good thing or not…….

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Halo Soldier’s Road Trip

Recently I had the opportunity to take an amazing trip to Washington D.C for a conference…

I’m going to let you all in on a secret…

I have been able to fool a great deal of those at my college in assuming I am a college woman leader…

My son, however, has to live with me on a daily basis and knows better. As such, I was required to bring along supervision…

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Meet Yellow Halo soldier. Trained in espionage and infiltration, and apparently babysitting. He was to keep me out of trouble while I was kidless..

But who was supervising who?!

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Do you see this? I turned around for one second and Halo Soldier was attempting to break into one of the most important establishments……….

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That’s right..He tried to break into the white house.

Halo Soldier really wanted to meet Michelle Obama

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What on earth is this?!!!! I found him playing with it and talking to himself like a madman.. He insisted it was a telephone… I have my doubts…..

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He ate an insane amount of food (and cofee… yeesh!)  And expected me to foot the bill:

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He also had a huge gambling habit that I was unaware of…

It was  a pain trying to get him up each morning:

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There were a few moments where he did come in handy:

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His navigation skills were on point…

As well as his mastery of the Metro system

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He was offered a job at Metro, but declined.

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He was also very conscienscious when it came to the environment.

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He made me some coffee from time to time..

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I suppose it wasn’t so bad to have the little guy around.