I really do like the way cross stitch over one looks. The stitches are like tiny pearls or beads, sitting atop the linen.
And I really don't mind stitching over one, at all.
But I never seem to remember just how long it seems to take to work over one. Especially when you think you're going to knock out a piece in an evening.
This is what I've managed to accomplish in two evenings:
This is an end panel for the Betsy Morgan casket. There is a lot more to do over one. Sigh . . .
And I'm having to take care of the ill and cranky. Dearly Beloved has a viral thing. He is less than an exemplary patient. No more needs to be said.