I have decided one of the many, many things I want to focus on when I retire is Whitework. So . . .
Wretched Excess, Day Five
Inspirations magazine struck again, so I have a book of projects, and the pattern for another, and
I think the last person in my family who did much whitework had to be my late-Victorian great-grandmother. That's two generations away, and I feel the need to make up for lost time.
Hopefully I'll live to be 386.
And there is no progress on Emie. I discovered that I was off by one thread high and one thread to the left, which meant I had to pull out cross stitch over one.
And now you know why I'm twitching.