I knew once I picked this project back up, I should finish in no time. Well, it took me twice as long as that because I had to restitch almost every motif. Ugh. This pattern is not that complicated but I have a secret. Come closer. Shhhh. Don't tell. I don't like to count! Some counted cross stitcher I am, right?
Funnily enough, when I was working on it at old lady stitching, I only made one tiny error and I caught it right away. Poor Marion sitting next to me can only do two rows in the two hours because she's so busy gossiping she loses count! But I managed to finish this cursed project.
I am happy to report that my liberal friend continues to recover from her cancer treatments. Today I asked if we could gauge how well she was feeling by the complexity of what she was knitting. She's moved from washcloths to a baby hat. She smiled and said that was the case. She said she's going to knit a sweater next; when we all cheered her progress she made sure we knew it was just a baby sweater. These women are so adorable you could eat them with a spoon.
Unless they are being fierce, then watch out. One woman has a loon for a son. He and his four year old son live with her; she refers to them as her "grandson and his father." She's always complaining because the grandkid eats like three things, none of them vegetables. She is always telling us how much he weighs and how tall he is. He's not growing very much, but OTOH his grandparents are munchkins and his mother (from what I gather) is Asian, maybe Thai. So he's not really getting a lot of height from that side of the family either. Someone asked what the doctor thought of his growth, and she admitted he hasn't been to the doctor. "The father" won't take him because they give vaccinations which cause diseases. (You knew that, right?) So the old ladies wonder why she won't take him herself. "What can I do? I'm the grandmother," she rightly says. "I have half a mind to call Child Services," my liberal friend says. Gotta love her! The father does so many dumb things (lets the kid stay up until 11 on a school night, doesn't make him brush his teeth, doesn't attend school functions sending his parents in his place, I could go on...) you wonder if they wouldn't declare him incompetent. Enough with the old lady gossip...
I'm trying to decide if I should finish this as a pillow or a flatfold. I'd like to have some seasonal pillows. The only drawback is that all the mammals in this house think that cushions are for putting their heads on. I know the human male would avoid putting his head on the stitching, but I'm not so sure about that female canine.
Oh, I can't believe I forgot to say, this project was stitched on some random fabric with Sweetpea Threads died by Jennifer in Autumn Leaves and Apple Cider. I knew this is exactly how I wanted to use them when she sent them to me shortly after we met in person. (Gosh that was a long time ago. We should do it again! Who's in?)