What happens when one goes looking through one's stash? One finds stuff that she forgot that she had. Then she has to play with it for a while. That's what happened to me. I found a needlepoint canvas that I bought in Boston on a trip to visit son#2 a few years ago. It had some of the threads right there with it. So I put in a couple of threads in the canvas to see how it looked.
I stitched on my BAP for a while. I finally completed the first page by filling in all those pesky little stitches scattered throughout. Then I started the second page.
I even covered up a couple of stains that were on the linen. That poor piece of linen has been laying about for quite a while. I'll show you the whole piece of linen so you can see how very little I have done and what a huge project this is.
I hope to finish this before I die. In twenty years - or more.
Then because I wanted a small thing to show you, I started that little French pattern I got on the internet. I discovered that I bought the wrong pattern. I meant to buy the one with the bunny that looks a lot like this one.
I don't know what semis means in French. Maybe it means annuals. Anyway, I'm going to leave out the tag part and put a little violet top on that vine on the right. What should I make it into? I'll have to think on that. It could be very cute.