This rayon labeled Earth Guild (from who knows when) is very pesky at the cleanup phase. I'll have to rethink my process if I want to do much more of them. Still, it works up in an interesting way.
There was no threading my favorite needle with this fat fuzzy worm, so I dug a crewel needle out of the roll. A single strand.
And I made the conscious challenge of stitching the letters without any guides to see how well I could hold the line. Seeing the letters that aren't there. Knowing them with my eyes closed.
Help is all I can do.
I take pictures of myself to remind me of me.
I'm here.
Do you?
And here are my tools. Everything in two small bags. One for stitching. One for writing. I haul them with me whenever I'm going to be away from home for more than a few hours. You just never know.
I need one of those old-fashioned yokes. They weigh about the same.
Tomorrow I'll start getting these into the store.
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