Saturday, March 28, 2009

Heaven Or Hell

I heard a cross stitch joke:

A cross-stitcher was very naughty in this earthly life and didn't go to heaven. At the gates of Hades, she was met by the Devil. "Welcome," he said, smirking at her. "Let me show you around your eternal home."

The Devil led her to a large room that looked uncannily like a large needlework shop. The stitcher blinked her eyes, wondering if what she saw was an illusion. No, it was true. The most wonderful needlework shop she had ever seen was right before her. Still unbelieving, she asked, "Is this real?" "Of course," murmured the Evil One. "Reach out and touch it."

The stitcher was worried that she would be zapped by 1000 volts, but reached out anyway, unable to help herself. IT WAS REAL! "May I look around?" she asked excitedly, all the while thinking, This can't be Hell! This is too good! "Of course," said the Devil. "This is your eternal reward." The stitcher began to survey the particulars of her damnation. There was every chart ever published, including all the ones that were out of print in her lifetime and could never find. There was a full run of each needlework magazine, including all the old ones with the historical examples - and each issue was pristine. She continued to look with wonder. Every thread imaginable was there; silks, cottons, metallics, pearl cottons, over-dyeds, hand-dyeds, rayons and twisted-rayons (Yes, maybe I am in Hell, she thought when she saw those)

Her eyes lit up when she saw the piles and piles of fabrics. There were bolts and bolts of every colour and every type. An array of beautiful thimbles were hers for the choosing, as were scissors and clever needlework gadgets; all organized just as she would have done it on earth.

And there, beside her favorite earthly stitching chair, were all her unfinished projects!

Yes, she thought, you can take it with you. I have all the time I want now. I'm going to finish them at last.

The stitcher's fingers were just itching to get going! She turned to Beelzebub and said, "THIS IS HEAVEN ! ! ! "

"No," he rejoined. "This is Hell.
DO YOU SEE ANY NEEDLES?"

BUT, the funny thing is when I shared it with my stitcher friends, most of them said it was definitely heaven. They even started thinking what they could use as a needle, a hair for example, or cut of a piece of hard cover to make one, all kinds of crazy ideas.

As for me , I have to admit if it's not heaven, it definitely close. If there were all kinds of quilting fabric, it could be better.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Four seasons slippers


DIY is like weeds, when it starts, you can't stopping it from spreading.

My slipper-making career started from a single felt oak leaf I cut when watching TV. It looked nice, so I started looking for a place to put it. then I saw my old slippers: after decorating, they were going to be nice. But when I tried to glue them, a new idea came up: I could make some new ones.

I ended my slipper-making career by two more fluffy ones.