I spent much of November avoiding knitting and delving into new needlework worlds. I took a lesson in smocking and another lesson in bobbin lace, built my own bobbin lace pillow and started practicing.
I also tackled a 20-year-old cross stitch I had begun while I was pregnant with my first born. I think. I can't even remember. What I do remember is that I was drawn to the Delft-blue tones in this stitched Christmas plate.
I did all the blue-toned trees, the man dragging the Christmas tree, and the little cottage in the woods. Only then, did I realize, I was supposed to cross-stitch all the white snow on the white Aida cloth. This is an older counted cross-stitch design, so I guess I should just be thankful there wasn't 20 different white colored threads in the snow.
In any case, I packed it up and stuck it in a closet. Later, I stuck it in a BOX in a closet. But, each Christmas I would spend seconds thinking about it and wondering if I should dig it out.
This year I did. And, I finished it in two or three weeks. And, I got tendonitis in my right thumb as a present from the effort.
Was it worth it? I don't know. Ask me after my Occupational Therapy appointment tomorrow.