Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray

The husband was out of town this weekend (still is, as of this writing, though he returns later today). I spent some of it straightening up some things around the house, and in the midst of that dug up some old mini cross stitch kits that I decided to attack. I’m pretty happy with the results. I did modify them slightly, in that I left off some smiley faces that the pattern developers probably put on there to make them more kid-friendly/kid-attractive (they were marketed as learn-to kits for ages 8 and up, and no I have no shame because I thought they were fun). They’ll look fun in my cross-stitch bathroom (we have a half-bath on the second floor that is exclusively decorated in the random cross-stitch I’ve done over the years). I dug out another kit I’d started but not finished, a sampler of sorts about coffee that’s all white thread on black fabric, but it was the end of the night yesterday so I only did a single thread before I called it an evening and wound myself down.