Even after the power came on, I kept working on my embroidery pattern. The procedure I used to make it is as follows:
1. Pick out color for next area (2 min)
2. Untangle it from the ball of mismatched random threads (10 min)
3. Separate string into strands (10 min)
4. Thread strands through needle (5 min)
5. Actually work on the pattern (8 min)
6. Figure out what I did wrong and try to fix it (who knows?)
And then when I run out of the color, I have to start the procedure all over again. Naturally, I didn't manage to finish very much... only about four colors. And that took me four hours. Shhh.... I don't think I'm very good at it.
My dad interrupted my insane embroidery addiction to make me go outside to shovel snow. I bundled up veeeeeeeery well, and opened the front door to face the cold. I couldn't open the door. Dang it. Snow was blocking it. I was going to have to work from the outside in. At least it wasn't windy outside, or else I would've looked like a snowman in no time. Why is snow so heavy? Why don't we have a snow blower? Why are my pants soaking wet from the knee down?Agggggghh. On the bright side, I enjoyed a steaming mug of hot chocolate once I got inside.
My posts are long. Would anyone bother to read them?