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Making Fog with a Foggy Brain

 Well, I am laid up with a cold once again. You know how cold meds all tell you not to operate heavy machinery while you are taking them? A sewing machine isn't exactly HEAVY machinery...I can hold all of my machines one handed. However, it isn't a good idea to operate a sewing machine if your brains aren't fully plugged in.



I currently have two tallitot on my plate, Miles' tallit which will need lots of machine embroidery and Nini's. Nini's tallit is Nova Scotia themed. I had been working on adding some fog to the tallit using oil paint sticks.


I was thinking that the fog needed something more.

 While tidying up (I do actually do that on occasion) I found a couple of spools of white silk thread. I also had pulled out a giant cone of a persnickety rayon/silver metallic yarn to use on Miles' tallit.

My cold has shut down many of my brain cells, but I can do a chain stitch by hand even with reduced brain power.



A little bit of stitching doesn't look like much.


But it is starting to look like what I envisioned in my tiny brain.




I hadn't expected to get quite this abstract but I think that it works.




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  1. AnonymousDecember 19, 2024 at 8:56 PM

    So sorry you have a cold, but I think your foggy brain is on to something. Living on the coast i can see your stitches as fingers of fog. You go girl.
    Sheila in SC

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