Whole new waste of money

Actually, a return to. This morning I was struck with an urge to embroider again. Where the heck are my hoops? I don't even know what I'm going to start with.

Atavistic memory! My father told me he had a pair of aunts that did costuming for the studios over here in the long long ago, primarily the super fine embroidery that would not have shown up on camera in black and white anyway.