Funny how we keep stumbling on metaphors for life in everything we do. Like for instance, here I am, working doggedly away at the darn tapestry that has been lying in my drawer for, I don't know, 15 years? 16? And I'm putting in a satin stitch in between some gold stem stitch. Very finicky and I'm trying to be careful. Then one of the gold edges pokes its way through the picture and I turn the tapestry around to see where the edge came from so I can remove it.
And what meets my eye, but the snarl of all snarls. The cream thread, tangled beyond belief. If only I'd checked while I was putting in the satin stitches, they would not be in the mess they are now.
But I didn't check.
And no amount of careful untangling seems to work. If anything, the thread gets stretched even more.
Finally I give up and start to cut through the mess. Nothing for it.I have loads of cream thread left so that's not a problem.
It's just the waste of time, and how ugly everything looks now, until I've settled it
You know what I'm saying?
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Which king was it who cut through the Gordian knot? That's what I feel like now. Except that I have to be careful how I cut so as not to affect the gold metallic thread in stem stitches that took me so long to do.
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