When I’m stitching downstairs, Boots is all over me. I can never brush that cat enough to stop him from shedding. I didn’t have a trash can by my chair but I had a gallon ziplock bag and it only took about two weeks to fill that thing pretty much completely full with cat hair from brushing him. The hair ends up stitched into my cross stitching so last night I was picking the cat hair out of the redwork piece with tweezers.
My preferred method of stitching is to stitch in hand but then he’s on me, the fabric is touching me, he brushes up against the back side of the fabric, the needle/thread pull the cat hair through so I ended up setting up a frame downstairs.
Here’s my view while stitching downstairs.
I have a window across from where i sit. I have a bolt of fabric sitting in the windowsill. It’s a deep window, like he had in Texas, and I don’t want his nails to scratch up the nice stained oak trim.
Stitching in the frame is going to take some getting used to but I liked it before when I did it often so I’m sure I’ll get used to it again.