The dude, my little chess master (he's not really a master--he's a B player), has a little bit of a aneurysm every time sportscasters use the term "chess match" to describe a situation that requires a bit of strategy or tactics in say, basketball or baseball, which decidedly are not chess matches.
Lately, I've noticed that when two apparently disparate things are brought together they are "cross-stitched." "The cross-stitched legislation..." "The after-school programs were cross-stitched together depending on the teacher's interests."
Nothing to with making tiny exes on fabric at all.
Just so you can have baby aneurysms all of your own.
Thank you so much for your effusive comments on my new pieces. You are all so generous with your praise. Tomorrow I'll show you what we decided to do with Anna's Bird.