Ever just need your own real estate to control? When it feels like life is going all pear-shaped, I find solace in a fat quarter of linen (18×22=396 square inches) and a bunch of embroidery floss.
Back in 2009, excessive worries and impulsive stitching led to this peaceful orgy of french knots.
And now I’m indulging in a rainbow of x-stitches for meditation.
I think I’ll just keep going until Friday and then call it done wherever I am.
What do you do for crafterly therapy?