OK, I did it again. I put a date on something before I finished stitching it. Now I have to get it completed before the end of the year:
If I had had only one more hour before I needed to go to bed, I could have completed those three little flowers below the basket.
This may be my travel piece this week-end. We're going to visit The Flash and his parental units. We haven't seen them since November, what with the horrendous winter weather, my surgery and recovery, and their move to a new abode. (Dearly Beloved was not going to go to visit and be put to work.) I was afraid The Flash was going to be six feet tall with a full beard before we saw him again, but I've been reassured that he hasn't grown quite that much.