Cross Stitch

I used to sit on my mum’s lap while she wove a needle through strategic holes. I sometimes “helped” her. When it was time for me to try my own hand at the craft, I never took to patterns. Instead, I created my own on a whim and have, more recently, designed them. Some are done. Some I only snatched pictures of before I framed them. Some have yet to be framed, but things don’t have to be done or perfect before we share them. True to the irreverent grassroots hipster way, here are the fruits of my labour: