A New Stretch
I have been pushing and stretching myself over the last weeks to build up physical stamina. This morning that didn’t feel like enough.
I felt the need to be in the sewing studio. One cane stayed on the first floor of our home and I took my Diamond Head Willow cane with me to the studio. I didn’t last long in the studio as I realized many of my embroidery designs were in the file explorer on my HP Notebook on the first floor.
It felt so foreign to work through the steps of computer files. I had not done anything like this for six months. Typing a blog entry is far different than locating a design within a file and getting it sized ready to be downloaded on a flash drive that my sewing machine could read. Any success in the studio for embroidery had to start here. Embroidery was my first goal as it did not entail handling large pieces of fabric for quilting. I could work into being in the studio for short periods of time having something to show for time and energy.
At last with flash drive in hand the studio was again visited. Putting in a fresh needle and checking if oil was needed. Fantastic! I did get the automatic needle threader on the first try. I picked out a white dish towel for my first project to work with. Sweet and simple. I looked at the stabilizers on the shelf and hoped that one would scream “pick me, I am the one that dish towels need.” Not. Back to the drawing board of reading specs on various items. Had I known I would not be visiting the studio for such a long length of time, I would have had labels on each.
I have not lost cognizance but the routine of working with my stashes had had a long enough break that reviews will be needed. It was a good thing Dennis called down and said it was time for a noon break. He knew better than me that a timeout was needed. A bit of lunch and a few minutes with my feet up . . . sweet.
Yes! I did complete a design on a dish towel. I couldn’t believe how weary my arms were. Much, I believe, was being anxious.
Dennis came down to the studio and expressed how good it was to see me doing what I had so enjoyed doing before the stroke. I agreed. This was a bit of a stretch for me and it felt good to push myself a bit. We now know that it’s going to be O.K. Thanks be to God.