Soooooo, here's how not to use scissors. The other day at work, my bangs kept hanging in my eyes and just irritating me. Yesterday morning, as I was attempting to arrange my hair into something presentable, the bangs were being difficult so I got a sharp pair of scissors and snipped them to what I thought was a good length. Wrong. They now resembled the bangs on a somewhat unstable character in a movie I once saw. I was once told by a hairstylist that everyone does this. When I have to go in for a haircut in the next couple of weeks, the girl who cuts my hair will probably laugh. Sheila related an experience in which Fred gave her a trim which resulted in a Dutch boy look. I don't remember that. I'm pretty much over it and am dealing with it, but will probably never do it again. I think. And no, I won't be posting a picture of my new 'do.
I took my own advice this week and sat down and stitched a little more. I'm on my feet a lot at work, so it was good to get home and sit down for a while. And not feel guilty about it. Here's the result:
I'm happy with the way this is turning out. I thought I'd do the main stitching first and then go back and do the metallic thread and beads. It will make a very pretty bellpull.
Tomorrow is Stitch Day at The Stitch Store!
Looking forward to that. It's going to be a full house of stitching friends. Think we'll talk about scissors?
