Rebecah French is back in the basket for tonight since apparently I cannot count to four if an alphabet is involved. When you stitch in and then frog out the same letter three times, somebody is trying to tell you something.
I thought about blaming the heat--we hit 100 today--but I was at work all day. My corner of the office could serve as a meat locker--you could hang a side of beef there with no problems. Actually, walking out into the furnace was quite pleasant this afternoon!
Anyway, tonight, I am stitching the soft, soothing colors of Ann Wheatley. I'm using NPI on 40 count linen--and so far, not a stitch has been set amiss. At least, not that I can tell--of course, if there are stitches set amiss, it won't be the first time I haven't noticed until a day or so later.