I love hand stitching. Sitting with bits and pieces of cloth and thread and drawing with them. There is something so peaceful and . . . just lovely about quietly moving needle and thread through fabric. 'Whiling away the hours' is the perfect description for how I've been spending my time, because I really should be doing any of fifteen other things - while instead - I'm sewing. Maybe I should refer to this practice as 'Insteading away.'
Jude Hill introduced me to the joys of stitching a couple of years ago, but a persistant, stabbing pain in my right thumb sent me to a specialist for a morning of bizarre electrodiagnostic testing for carpal tunnel, which I did not have. "Stop doing what you've been doing," was the advice of the costly specialist.
So, I've gone back to stitching, but I've added a daily dose of Vitamin I (ibuprofen) to my sewing basket. If there was just a 'vitamin' that could do laundry.