Mary Jackson--a fiber artist, a Gullah-descended basket weaver to be precise--has been awarded a MacArthur fellowship aka "the genius grant."
Whatever you do, don’t miss the HungaMunga festival. Just so you can say HungaMunga. And stitch up that bollocks sign for me, will ya?
Did you lose something? Someone found your cross stitch. (Pudding Bag Lane? And people made fun of me when I lived on Honey Brook Lane? At least Winnie the Pooh was my neighbor!)
Is cross-stitch a dying art? Or popular trend?
How come when men do it it’s news?
Pictures are "just pretty" but a dishcloth is something you’d choose to knit? (People are going to inundate me with knit dishcloths, aren’t they?)
Her friends stitched for her, but the real headscratcher here is “duodecimal system”? I guess the—very young--writer missed the day when they covered fact checking in j-school.
Every once in a while, you get the craziest articles from Google. A lot of obits where the old lady loved her some cross-stitch. The occasional article about high school cross-country where someone gets a stitch. And then this (warning: contains nipples).