One
of the more typical feminine things about me (there aren't many) is that I like
to do cross-stitch. It melts my hours
and sorrows away. I started at the age
of 9, and continue twenty years later. I
hardly ever finish the things I start, but...that's another story.
When
I was very ill, I had my mother send me some of my old cross stitches from
home, but it appears I asked too soon.
Ladies here love cross-stitch! I
was walking through market today and saw a good number of them threading
needles through large canvases. I
thought, Wow. I should buy one. So I did.
I
chose this one:
Look
at that...the threads are already sorted and numbered, lines drawn every ten
squares. It doesn't get any more
user-friendly than that (other than the fact that I can't actually read what it
says. It's all in Chinese. Luckily, I know what I am doing). It's charming, simple, and completely
cultural. The only thing is that it's
11-count (meaning, way HUGEr than I like to work)...but for $12.50, I'm not
going to complain too much.
