. . . Talk about a UFO (For those not acquainted with the lingo, that's "Unfinished Object"),
I hate to admit just how long this unfinished needlepoint project has been hiding every so cleverly in my closet. Well, really that would have to be several closets, 'cause this is the third house I've lived in since I started it.
Let's see now, I'm guessing that I started it somewhere in the late 70s or early 80s. Wow, can that be possible? Yep, it is. I'm absolutely amazed that the moths didn't start eating the wool -- either what's already on the canvas or in the bag waiting to be worked. I guess those little insects just decided that I really needed to finish this project . . .
. . . so I would finally have the matching pillow to go with this one that sits on a wandering dining room chair in a corner of our living room.
I'm hoping to figure out how to use that frame so that I can do some stitching while lying on my back. (I'm having foot surgery next week and will be out of commission for a while. Hmmmmmm, should be an interesting 10 days until I get the approval to let my feet rest BELOW the level of my heart.
So if you don't see anything here for a while, know that I'm following doctor's orders and not sitting at the computer desk. (Sadly no laptop in the household. Bummer, now would certainly be a good time to have one of those electronic devices. Oh well, I'll get caught up on some long overdue reading.)
See you soon.