This rainy December day finds me in a mood to do nothing, not even sew. There's wash going, and groceries need to be shopped for. Maybe tomorrow. Seventeen days until Christmas and I just don't give a flip. I have come to hate Christmas more and more. It is too commercial. Candies go into the stores on November 1. They can't even get the Halloween candy on sale before they are stocking the Christmas stuff. Stores are mobbed with crazies. I'm not a fan of shopping whatsoever, but somehow managed to go out a couple times this week to try to get started. I'll probably take much of it back in the end. That's the problem with gifts - nobody really needs things. I have no idea what people really want, and I just hate blowing money just to give something. I miss having time with my mother -- something she and I apparently don't share. We never get time together at the holidays, because she always has the other family at her house. During the school year, either I have work to do or her visiting time is only for the kids. Now, things are just a mess and I'm caught in the middle of her obtuse insensitivity. How on earth can someone not see how horribly they are hurting another person? She's upset with me this year, and has decided to go away for Christmas. It's going to break my kids's hearts. This year, I am just mad. Super mad. And right now, I want to stew in it so don't tell me to get over it. Not yet. I deserve to be hurt and upset.
I have some pictures of a client quilt finished recently. It's a Halloween-ish quilt (I think), called Callendula, by Crabapple Hill designs. It has an absolute boatload of straight-stitch embroidery.