Jim's been gone seven years now. We used to sit together and watch TV. He watched. I stitched.
As I'm studying this one now, I remembered him asking, "What are these evil little fuckers up to?"
I almost chucked this one because I didn't like the way the random seed stitches looked, but I was too lazy to pick them all away.
Then I sacrificed it to the Fiber Mummy experiment. Given that ten years have passed and it's still pristine, I'd say the experiment was a success.
The intention, of course, to take them from bits of fancy work to Art, more consumable by the masses.