I'm quite good at cross stitch and have a small collection of photos and photocopies of my work, which I laughingly refer to as 'my portfolio'.
However, I lost my cross stitch mojo a long time ago.
I started projects of ever decreasing size before making a mistake, gettibg fed up, leaving them and starting something even smaller.
I ended up doing a free gift Christmas card with a small aperture cut into the card to fit around the finished thing.
I almost sweated blood over the fucking thing.
I have recently joined a group of crafters in an adult education setting, so I found my little fella and started him up again.
I miscounted every step of the fucking way.
Being so small, even one stitch wrong would be noticable, so I ended up unpicking everything I started.
5 hours this thing was supposed to have taken..
FIVE HOURS
Try twenty.
But I finished it.
I washed it.
I ironed it.
And then I couldn't work out why the card aperture didn't fit around the embroidery.
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I thought it was my fault. The thing had stretched. I had somehow deformed it.
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But no.
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The aperture was stamped the wrong way up. 
Merry fucking Christmas. 
Bah humbug. 