I've spent the entire afternoon stitching tiny green leaves.
Just three of them.
In my defense, they are worked with filament silk and solidly stitched, so each one took awhile. It didn't help that I must have stabbed myself with the sharp needle forty-leven times. However, there was no DNA left on the fabric or the embroidery, so I'm counting that as a win.
However, tonight I am going to work on something that has a blunt point. Dearly Beloved will be happy with that, since every time I stick myself, I jump and use inappropriate language (although when you stick yourself with a sharp implement, I think it's highly appropriate to express your displeasure). Apparently I startle him when I do this.
So tonight, I'll work on something else.
Or let my sore fingers have a chance to rest.