About the Artist
Hi, my name is Stacy, and I love cats.
And coffee.
...And cross stitch.
This is an approximation of what I look like, if I was a cat living in 1992.
I'm not here to blog at you, or tell you about my day, or weave a beautiful, majestic story between DSLR shots of my meticulously finished FOs. The purpose of this site is based around my love of cross stitch, and I just want to share that with you without giving you a life story once a week.
This page, though, is supposed to be about me (because it's called, so cleverly, "About the Artist," who, as you may have guessed, is - SURPRISE! - me), so I will fulfill its purpose with gusto, since you've chosen to click over to this space, and presumably desire this pointless knowledge. Here's the only life story you'll find on this site (but it's a long one, so prepare your coffee now - I'll wait).
Yes, I'm Stacy, and I've been wandering this planet since 1980. To be completely honest, I don't know what I'm doing with myself, and I'm always trying to discover what I want to be when I grow up. (Secretly I hope this is it.) Being an only child and excessively shy, I was highly involved in art through my entire public schooling career, since art was a creative outlet that I could do while still fulfilling my life's mission to avoid human contact as much as possible. While I'm not the most amazing artist ever, I did receive accolades from both my high school art and graphic design teachers, and was asked to do special projects outside of the scope of normal class-related things. It's what I was known for amongst peers.
My mom taught me to cross stitch, both stamped and counted, in the early 1990s, when Ace of Base was all popular, and while I enjoyed it, the kits purchased were overly ambitious for a teenager with no attention span. They became abandoned at the bottom of a Kaboodle (if you remember those, congratulations, you're old like me!) for decades before being unearthed in the Great Parental Garage Purge of '12; no records of any FOs remain, but there were a couple of very overdue WIPs.
"I love cats" 
"Love me, love my cat"
You may sense a pattern. (Pun fully intended.)
Many knotted threads and abandoned kits later, in my mid-30s I picked cross stitch back up to help calm my severe general anxiety. It's more soothing than having to count and recount crochet stitches and doesn't damage as much stuff to throw across the room as knitting needles if I get frustrated. And if frustration does occur, that's ok, I can stab it away! Win-win! It's also easier to stitch after drinking copious amounts of coffee than it is to paint detail with shaky, caffeinated hands. (As an aside, no, coffee doesn't help the anxiety, but productivity++!)
Within a few months of beginning to stitch again, I realised hey, I can make my own patterns. I can turn my failed painting side gig (Yay Science Art) into a failed cross stitch pattern side gig, without sitting on colourful canvases waiting for them to sell for years on end, and I don't have to re-colour-match threads if I accidentally leave them out overnight and they dry up on me, because guess what, threads aren't wet. Also, I can create unique gifts friends and family can put into drawers, and it won't hurt my feelings, because I had fun creating it and sharing it.
If you're curious about my current WIPs/FOs, feel free to follow me on my personal Instagram account (@pixierocketesque), my personal TikTok (also @pixierocketesque) or check out my projects page on Stitchingly!
In addition to stabbing things with needles, I love cats, Pokemon, writing, creating art, technology, being way too ambitious with ideas, quantifying things with Excel spreadsheets, and am passionate about animal rights. I live in Texas, unfortunately, with a husband and a cat, fortunately. Vegan, btw.
If you want to know more about the cat behind the avatar, her bio is here.
If you read this far, you deserve a cupcake.
(It has no animal products in it.)
