It’s like watching grass grow – not that that is a bad thing. There is definitely a place for slow stitching. It is quite mesmerising – pulling the needle through the canvas.
Comparison is the thief of joy
I have been doing a lot of this lately – stealing joy.
Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
And this as well – although I think (or hope) that I have had the fall. Sometimes I think I should not leave the house and socialise with people as I do it very badly.