I've been suffering - well, not too badly - from frog attacks this week. Only one project had what I felt was a major problem, but everything I worked on this week had to have a little repair.
First was my oldest UFO, which my mum told me was the carousel horse. I dunno how she remembered that, but she did. I took it out and did some gridding and discovered that there was a counting mistake, which is probably the reason I put it away all those years ago. So I frogged and restitched and it went from this
which isn't exactly a lot. But since I haven't picked it up since the late 1990's or early 2000's, a little is still a good thing.
Fred had some improvement - all the dark red on his books is done. I've switched to working on the shelf beneath the books, then I'm going back to the light red & black to finish those books off.
I only had to frog about a row and a half of the last book. No biggie.
Then there was my Sunday stitching on my eagle. I decided to do an eagle color next - whatever was the first color in the top left corner, for the wings. Turned out to be the darkest color, and also, like the pale blue last time, there was very little of it.
Unfortunately, what little there was seemed to be all fractionals, which drive me right 'round the bend when they're like this, because I always seem to stitch them wrong and have to redo, and this time was no exception. But I got the color done with minimal frustration.
Then, there was Mudkip.
Can you tell what's wrong with this picture?
If you guessed that he's THE WRONG FLIPPIN' COLOR, you're quite right. My only excuse for this mix up, since I know what color Mudkip is, is that I was engrossed in watching something absolutely riveting, meaningful, and important at the time.
Those are the right words for old episodes of 'Scooby Doo, Where Are You?', right?
Here's Mudkip after his frogging operation
Much better - and I have to admit I wasn't all that mad about this frogging. I laughed a whole lot, instead.
I'm off now - going to see if I can't finish up Mudkip this evening for three small January finishes. I would say it was totally do-able, but I have to go to the bank and the post office and then take my mother to a wake... so we'll see.