All things have their End Wednesday, Nov 11 2009 

Yesterday I found out something that has made me sadder than I’ve been in a long, long time. Teresa Wentzler has closed the doors of her needlework design business, TW Designworks.

I am glad, very glad, more glad than I can describe, that her patterns will still be available from PatternsOnline.com, at least as long as they will sell them. But we will never see Illuminata, now. Or the Miniature Spring and Summer Samplers.

I discovered her designs in college, with Footprints. It was the first large project I ever attempted. It was the first large project that I ever found the finished work so beautiful that I couldn’t bear it but had to attempt it. And while I still haven’t finished it (I made an unfortunate fabric choice), I have finished other designs of hers, large and small.

Everything she designed was wonderful to me, even those things that aren’t at all to my taste, and there many*, are done with such wonder and color and imagery that they hurt to experience. They are lovely, but difficult, and I am inconsistent in application, so I have not finished all that I would have liked.

I’ve learned a great deal from stitching her designs. I’ve learned new and exotic specialty stitches, nun stitch to finish edges in particular is a delight. I’ve learned to appreciate colors that in my youth I would have skipped over, disdaining as ugly. I’ve learned to hate confetti but rejoice in the results. I’ve learned about balance and composition. And I’ve learned how very hard it is to take a picture from the mind, to the paper, to the grid.

I am working on a project that is possibly too ambitious for me, designing and stitching and Advent calendar. But her work was its direct inspiration. And when I finish it, I will send her the pictures and the chart, because without her, I would not have dreamed needlework this lovely to be possible.

* Purely as a matter of taste, I prefer my dragons large and dangerous and dripping with flame and fearsomeness – because the best use of dragons in fairy tales is to know that they may be overcome. TW’s larger dragons tend to be too cute for these tastes. It hasn’t stopped me from appreciating her little dragons.


Booyah. Tuesday, Oct 9 2007 

It’s finally finished!

I started working on this at least 6 months before our wedding, and our 4th anniversary is already coming up. Where does the time go? It feels like it’s been forever. Mostly in a good way. (Love you, dear.)

Finishing it felt good. Really good. Better than the best antidepressent in the world could possibly feel, because this is all me. How can I possibly feel bad about myself when I can make something this lovely?

[Edit] To top off yesterday’s wonderful day, Teresa Wentzler announced her leave of absence from designing was officially over. Happy happy day. She designed the above sampler, but I never really discovered her work until she’d stopped designing, and I’m already drooling over Illuminata.

Fordyce’s Law Thursday, Oct 4 2007 

This is so obscure it’s not even in Wikipedia. Go me.

Established by Willard Fordyce of the University of Washington Medical School, it says: People suffer less when they find something better to do.

And in keeping with this, I’ve been keeping myself very, very busy. Work has been very demanding since the beginning of September, my clinical research courses have picked up again with Epidemiology, and when I am at home, the last thing I’m doing is sitting at the computer.

What I am doing is picking up my embroidery again. I tend to start big projects and work on them for a couple weeks, then put them down for six months and start the cycle over again. But working on cross stitch feels good, it’s my therapy. When I’m sitting down working on it, I know that I can do at least one thing well.

I have a baptismal gift for my goddaughter that I’m almost done with, but I need a break from working with blending filament, so I’m working on the wedding sampler I started 6 months before my wedding. This January will be my 4th anniversary, and I’d like to have it done by then.

I promise to try and write more, but writing is such a chore for me. This post, simple and unadorned, has taken almost 45 minutes to type up. I don’t express myself well in words, so I take extra time to try and do better in text.