No, really. This is a true story. There we were, driving down down down through Maine at about hour two of our eight hour car trip home. I decided to entertain myself with needlework. I had been feeling an embroidery fit coming on all vacation. I spent most of my creative time during the week working on sock after identical cabled sock, but I was feeling increasingly inspired to make extra-awesome stuff after my visit to the Haystack Mountain School of Crafts (I hope to post about it soon).
So there I was, sitting in the back seat of our car (packed with old stuff, new stuff, and everything in between), and thinking of what to embroider. I was going it freehand and feeling fairly aimless about the whole thing (my main conviction being that I wanted whatever I made to be cute, and secondarily to be a pouch). I began to play, cross-stitchingly and then chain-stitchingly and then SUDDENLY I knew I wanted to embroider an orange tree. So I looked nervously down into my embroidery floss box, daring myself to own orange embroidery floss. I didn't. So, where others might need a rest stop or a snack stop or a stretching-legs sort of stop, what did I need? A finding-and-buying-orange-embroidery-floss sort of stop.
And do you know what?
Maine being incredible and all, we did. Shortly after I mentioned that I really must find some orange embroidery floss, we did! We pulled into a store with a big "FABRIC" sign and I waltzed in and they had what I needed and -- oh, Maine, how I love thee! Let me count the ways: ONE short stop later and THREE new embroidery flosses (can't stop at one) and SIX embroidered oranges for my tree add up to SUCH A LOT of car trip embroidery bliss. And for the happy person who might end up with my new pouch after I post it in my shop shortly, there's that much more joy coming all over again.
Here's to emergency embroidery floss stops and Maine and orange trees and all the rest!