Finally - A Finish to Post!
Finally after a long dry spell from stitching, I've finally had a finish.
This is Lizzie Kate's May Flip-It from the first series. It was stitched on a piece of 14 ct. aida in an unknown color. I changed the accent colors on the watering can to match mine, and decided to change the color of the one panel on the kite to hibiscus since I didn't care for the color that was called for. I also liked the snail charm better than the one supplied with the pattern, so I put that one on instead.
It felt really good getting a piece of cross stitch finished for a change. I really do miss sitting at night and stitching, but the way things are going, I haven't been able to stay awake past 10. I'm usually up between 4:30 and 5 with DH to get him off to work, then out to the garden to get things in. It's that time of the year when stitching and needlework is put on the back burner.
I did get a few pints of jam put up this week, but was cut short because my father had a fall and broke his hip. He had an operation on Friday and they put a "nail" in to fix it. He's been in a tremendous amount of pain ever since. It was a year ago that he was in the hospital recovering from a bypass on his leg that didn't work, then double amputation on the same leg because of a staff infection, a bypass on the other leg, then 2 bouts of pneumonia. Now, a broken hip on his good leg from falling when he lost his balance using his prostesis. I honestly wonder how much more this man can go through. And the hospital care - oh man! It's worse than it was last year. The nurse fell against his leg while she was caring for him doing something with his chest. And this isn't the first time he says. My father has never complained about hospital care, as he has always felt that he got fantastic treatment until now. I have no clue what is happening to our health care system here, but since the hospital has combined with other local ones and become one huge health care organization, the quality of care has gone downhill - and I'm not the only one that has expressed these feelings. Sadly, our insurance forces us to use this organization, and not one of our choice. UGH! What happened to having a good doctor and hospital who seemed to care? There was one once, or was that just a figment of my imagination?