I finished it on Sunday morning while watching a repeat of the very exciting fourth quarter of Olympic men's basketball.
kit purchased at my first Spirit of Cross Stitch Festival!
Sorry the photo is so dark. Sunday dawned gloomy. Then just when it was time to get in the car and go it got all nice and sunny so we could be depressed that we had to leave. But I'll give you the full scoop on our trip tomorrow.
Thanks for all your concern about the robbery. Donna, when the CSI and I went into the craft room I said, "I know it is hard to believe, but this is the way it looked when we left. Even harder to believe, I'm sure nothing is missing." He pointed to the file cabinet where I keep my patterns. It was open because it won't stay closed--I think it's the weight of the patterns. "Anything taken from there?" If I had known it might be you guys, I would have looked a lot closer. But really, if it were you, you would have cleared the stack of new patterns--waiting to be added to the database--off the top of the cabinet.
The suckysuckness is that I keep realizing things are gone. There was a basket on top of the armoire where I put the oversized items. They cleaned it out. At first I remembered Mexican silver beads, then a bracelet a friend brought me from India, then my bright green bakelite bangle. But I thought the rest was just crap beads on stretchy cords--remember those from the 90s? I was saving them to make something with them. Today, I realized that's where the jewelry I made in my class was stored. So, this, this, these, and this, all gone.