So what is a Fairfield Femme to do when her husband subscribes to the soccer channel? Why, she picks up her needlepoint. She stitches as they sit side-by-side on the sofa: it goes a long way to prevent her resentment of him not engaging in conversation as he is engrossed in the game. If you are a soccer fan, it seems that you remain loyal to one team your whole life, but watching ALL the games of ALL the teams is required. In this case Liverpool is the team and there is endless talk of how poorly "my team" is doing. But I digress... Having abandoned some needlepoint projects along the way, I recently decided to take a class. Yes, there is school for stitching. We meet for two hours once a week and work on a canvas using a selection of threads and stitch techniques. This is what we have done so far:
I just love the colors and the feel of the silks and velvets. Some of it is quite tricky so there is a fair amount of unpick and redo but it's keeping me busy and, more importantly as far as my husband is concerned, quiet.
When Organic Mike delivered his produce on Wednesday the basket also contained a bag of fava beans. Now I have never cooked these because of something I learned in Pathology class many years ago: a subset of individuals may develop haemolytic anaemia after eating fava beans. While I don't fit the subset profile, I developed a prejudice anyway. Today I will have an open mind and steam them for a puree. I hope it is worth the effort of shelling all the pods!
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