Cross Stitch is just not for the me I currently am. Maybe someday I'll fall in love with this craft (I anticipate I probably won't, given how difficult it was to see the stitching at this age). I tried a counted-cross stitch, and it was just not fun. I had to count, and recount. Then I would discover, despite all my careful efforts, that I counted wrong. The colors were hard to sort, especially the blues and purples. What's more, this was a tiny project, and yet....it took me forever. I'm usually one that likes to start and finish a project within a very short time frame, but this dragged on...and on...I finally made myself sit down and finish it, while listening to 19 1/2 hours of Jane Eyre for my upcoming bookclub meeting (listening has been less painful than reading that book). As all good (and in this case, bad) projects go, I think this'll be a Mother's Day gift. Mom never critiques the missed stitches, or lazy finishes (I finally starting making huge leaps with my needle on the outline, instead of the tiny backstitching the pattern suggested. I call this 'personalizing a project). I'm a little disappointed because in my head, I was going to love this, but I can also appreciate the discovery because I do NOT need another project. Now I know.
Thin Mint Truffles #FillTheCookieJar
4 weeks ago