Back when I was coming up on my 40th birthday I got the bright idea to start a new hobbie. I went to the craft store and Counted Cross Stitch caught my eye.
What�appealed to me�was the small detail of the craft. It sparked a memory: when I was little my father got into doing these pictures (I don't know what the art is called) that required gluing tiny pieces of plastic (?) onto�a canvas which creates�a picture, like in particular I remember a horse's head that he did. I would watch and watch as he very slowly and meticulously placed the shiney bits�into place. I was amazed as the horse's face�came alive over the time he worked on it.�
I remember him being very focused, it had a calming effect on him.�I felt good, happy, content when he'd pull that stuff out�and set it up on the�kitchen table. Peace would reign over our house during that time. All was good.
As I look into that memory now I�can understand why such a tedious craft as cross stitching�would�appeal to�me and bring me�so much pleasure.�
It hasn't been a straight shot. I haven't been a consistant student of this school of discipline. As of today I'm in good standing however. I've been using this piece to assist me in a transition I'm going through which has me at odds with spare time.�Someday�I might look back on this time as the beginning stages of�my "Empty Nest". Ha! That's a trip- Bird Houses - Empty Nest -�Get it,��?
Well, as of today I'm�feeling focused, calm and�dedicated to finishing. I'm in the home stretch, it looks great, the errors I've made would only be apparent to a pro. I take pride not in�the accomplishment but in the effort of it.�I've got time with this thing, when it's finally done I will know it's part of me.���
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