...stop White Nights becoming a UFO!
Let me explain. This week it was back to White Nights. Now I am almost at the stage where my 12" hoop Will be too small so I decided to use the clip frame borrowed from my Mum to stretch it. Well the frame was not big enough. I had to turn under about 4" on each side. So the work was taught on the edges but like a very old, saggy mattress in the middle, now I can't and never have been able to do saggy in the stitching department or the mattress department, for that matter. I once had a boyfriend who's mattress was so saggy you could lie in the bed, in not on, it was that bad, and it would look like a normal bed with no one in it. Does that make sense? Anyway, that was back in the dark ages and my Mum reads this blog. Due to sag White Nights was in danger of becoming a UFO!
So I hit the Internet and ordered an 'Elbesee Deluxe Style B Floor Frame' with 36" scroll bars. That means it will actually take a piece of fabric 36" wide, not the actual length of the bars. I ordered it on Monday evening and it arrived yesterday. This is what it looks like.
I am REALLY pleased with it. The only downside is that The Other Half cannot easily sit next to me on the sofa. Can I also say a big thank you to the man from Parcel Force. Now I know they get a lot of bad press. I was able to track my parcel online. It was dispatched from Sew and So at three thirty on Tuesday afternoon. Was sent out for delivery from the Preston depot at four thirty on Wednesday morning, Preston is only twenty minutes away from me. I stayed in all day. Well, by three thirty I had given up hope of it arriving and was ranting about the incompetence of Parcel Force. I mean, I could have picked it up from Preston myself in that time. At six o'clock there was a knock on the door. It was the Parcel Force man. I turned out that he was the only driver that day for the whole of the Preston area.
So here is this week's progress on White Nights.
I'm off to set the Sky box to record Wuthering Heights before I forget.
'Heathcliff it's me, oh Kathy, I've come home now. So co o o old, let me in at your wind o o o ow'. My Grandad didn't like that Kate Bush song at all.
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