...the works that my hands had wrought...

My mother-in-law moved recently which required massive downsizing. Carey has always wanted one of her cedar chests, so she sent it home with him. Inside she had tucked several things that I had made for her through the years.

I was so happy to see this little piece of crewel work found its way back to me. I made it decades ago; back when I didn't waste all my time on the computer and my eyesight was still sharp and clear. And this piece required good eyes. It's small...about the size of a postcard. I once made a large cross-stitch piece for my father that depicted two pheasants in flight. That large piece and this little one both kicked my booty! The shading in the feathers. Oy vey! I decided never to undertake another bird in any piece of handwork. And I never have.



Here's a closer look at some of that detail. I appreciate the finished product with the satisfaction that successfully accomplishing a challenging task brings. Even after all this time.