For the past 10 years I’ve been working, on and off, on a cross-stitch project. It was meant to be for my Dad’s 51st birthday, but due to a combination of illness, the intricacy of the pattern and 6 years of home study I simply have been unable to dedicate a lot of time to it. Recently, with having to rest a lot more, I have managed to work on it a bit.
Yesterday I had a brief moment of disappointment when I realised I had made a mistake in the pattern, and couldn’t quite work out how or why. However, I have managed to get back on track by making some alterations – thankfully it was in the grass, so it didn’t really matter anyway! Managing to rectify such a complicated error filled me with quite a bit of satisfaction, more than I had expected. Looking back at what I’d done today, I felt extremely pleased.
The third quarter is really starting to fill in now, and I’m so pleased about it. Dad will be so pleased with it when it is done, although I am not setting myself a target. It is best I just do what I can, when I can. When I’m half-stitching blue sky, I know I am on the finishing straight.
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