No blood, no glory or something like that

I have decided that I need to make things again. When I was younger, I drew, I crafted, I used pastels and inks, I made jewelry. I haven't made anything, for anyone in at least five years (except for food, and I am justly proud of how well I cook). I wasn't the best or the most talented at anything I did, but I was by no means awful, far from it, in fact.

So this year, after abortive attempts at trying to learn to crochet and knit, I decided to teach myself embroidery. Ambitious, I know. Mostly, I decided that this would be the form my re-entry into the crafting world would take because of this damn website....and Aimee Ray and her doodle stitching. So effing cute.

So I ordered a starter kit, and am pleased to announce that I can chain stitch, seed stitch, stem stitch, and split stitch, and while none of it is pretty yet, it isn't half bad. I am elated because usually, instructions and I, we don't get along so well. I am also bleeding from numerous puncture wounds on my index finger, but I didn't get any blood on the fabric, so I consider it a minor victory.
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I have made visions of stitching mushi on everything I own, but I think I'll just try some of the pre-made patterns and projects in the many, many craft books I own before I get that ambitious.

But, really, I cannot express how effing excited I am to be using my hands again.