I think of it as
OCD Stitchery
. It seems I can't stop.
I wanted to make it all creamy and dreamy, but The Muse isn't having any part of that. Color is creeping in, as it always does.
I've lost track of how many times I've embarked on a wonderful project of whites, but never ended up with one.
The Muse
, the one who resides in my studio, my head, my hands - will not allow it.
I think to myself,
I'd really like to make this all white and ivory
, but
Muse
talks me into adding something more - a piece of grey linen with a purple-brown undertone and a border of khaki, for example. But those can barely be called
c
o
l
o
r
s
, so I agree.
I stitch and I stitch, all pale and ethereal, and
Muse
whispers,
how about just a few stitches of something darker, something which can speak to that piece of grey linen.
It seems harmless enough. In fact, it seems like a good idea, so I agree.
And when I think I'm nearly done with this lovely little piece, Muse comes along and taunts me.
Why don't you just put a few tiny red dots here and there -- it would be perfect.
And maybe some lavender,
urges
Muse
,
just to lend a cool tone - really, it would be very pretty.
I'm just wondering, when will my Muse decide she is done with this piece? And when I add my signature label, should I give her credit too? Or does that go without saying?
