Payoff of Persistence

This could have ended badly any number of times. None of them would have been the cardigan’s fault, but my own for biting off more than I can chew.

So, it started like this:

I do not embroider. Peace. Out.

After discovering that I will never be the heroine of a Regency novel, I abandoned it. Only to pull it out again and end up with this:

Mildly Fun. Minimally Functional. Disappointing.

What’s funny about this is that for the Alabama Chanin technique, she uses templates with her shapes to draw onto fabric for her hand stitching to follow. I said “hah! Template? Who needs that?” (Meaning I didn’t have one and couldn’t be bothered to make one.) After I had already cut into the fabric and “finished” this step, the indulgent husband came home with a box of Pink Lady apples, of which the lid had a heart and paisley shaped cut-out. Otherwise known as a “template.”

And then there was this, which I esteemed to be “too neat for my taste.”

I was trying. I really really wanted this to work.

Then I went back to Pinterest and started looking at how to make rosettes, which was honestly too much work. So I just started pinning the green in lumpy masses and tacking it down with green thread and suddenly. magic started swirling around me…

I think she’s got it….I think she’s got it!

We’ll see how it holds together in the wash, but honestly, as loud and as weird as it is, I rather enjoy it. I am going to wear it today with one of my myriad green dresses and pretend that I am the very embodiment of Springtime.

But now, I’ve got this Pink Lady box heart and paisley template that I want to try. So…while this particular cardigan may be finished, I am not done messing around with the technique!

Published by Lily Fields

I am passionate about contentment. This is a challenge, because I am equally passionate about progress. I get up at 4:00AM to chip away at a solution to this monolithic problem: how to make progress on my contentment. Born and raised in the USA, I married a French philosophy teacher in 1999. We have lived in France since 2007. We stayed young and carefree until life threw us two curveballs in the form of little humans one after another in 2015 and 2017 respectively. Now I am a slightly older, slightly more exhausted version of myself, but with mystery stains on my walls and a never-ending pile of laundry.

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