I'll try to get some better pictures later, but this is the only one that is half-way decent.
Second piece pinned.
Oh, the slow work of embroidery! I can spend hours and have so little to show for the effort--a few inches of French knots over the thickness of prairie points was not a smart move on my part. When hand stitching over as many as 8-10 layers of fabric, don't choose a mass of French knots--'cause I'm here to tell you, it will take a while. A long while. And a lot of effort.
Initially, I was going to place a few scattered French knots on that seam, but the effect was not what I wanted. Added a few more. Still, not so hot. More. Now, I think they look great, but from this day forth, all stitching over prairie points (or rouleau loops, for that matter) will be utter simplicity. I used two colors and thread thicknesses.
Although my computer has been cranky lately, I hope my husband has fixed the problems.
Last night, Bryce Eleanor came for a visit. Before she went to sleep, I gave her a back and leg massage and said (as I have done many times before), "your mother and your Aunt Erin loved to have their back and legs massaged when they were little."
She looked puzzled for the first time. She's heard this so many times before, but never seemed confused by it. Finally, she said, "I don't remember. Where was I? What was I doing when my mommy was little?" (Oh, my dear, you were just a promise of the future. You weren't there.)
It is 1:35, almost time for a nap, but Chris is supposed to pick her up for a birthday party. I hope he has some clean clothes for her because...she doesn't look as fresh as she did when she got out of her bath around 8:30 this morning.