DMC Time
After doing some sampling yesterday, I decided to use 824, a peppy medium blue.
But my coffee had cooled.
So I went to the kitchen to heat it up and punched in, not the 1-0-0 I usually do, but 8-2-4.
Ah well, that’s what comes from living with your colors, in your colors, by your colors.
I was born on 517, a fine spring cerulean, and my favorite red is the shank of the evening, 817.
A good day for drying, I said to myself last week. I’d just come in from hanging out the wash, and the microwave clock read 743, a bright sunny yellow.
902 is bedtime for me, a darkling shade of red, and I rise at 600, a zingy fuchsia.
I could go on here, counting out my days according to the colors that I use, but I do so anyway,
stitching almost every afternoon and evening, making of my floss dreams and approximations of reality that connect me to a network of embroiderers all around the world,
one vast canvas of colorful achievement—
stitch by stitch by shining stitch.
