I have been focusing in as much as my fuzzy little brain can on my engineer nutcracker. The goal is to be able to turn him in on Saturday for finishing. I am making decent enough progress, but those little "x" filler stitches of Petite Sparkle Rays are slow. Memo to self: on the next nutcracker, please have fewer filler stitches and there's no need to cross them.
Last weekend the "country club" (aka needlepoint group) met to stitch a little and lo and behold, but my special order of the next nutcracker is in, and why, yes, I did instantly put it on bars and pull threads.
Also in the order was this little darling -- he pops up into an Easter egg.
He makes me think of growing up when my mom would decorate for Easter. She always did this one table in the living room for Easter with fancy sugar and paper eggs, fluffy chicks in all sorts of colors, and candles shaped like bunnies. The only other non-Christmas holiday we decorated for was Thanksgiving, and that was an elaborate cornucopia on the kitchen counter and a bunch of themed candles. Halloween we ignored, and to this day I still don't really get the fascination with decorating for Halloween. If it takes a village, mine was apparently not into Halloween.
Go forth and have a peaceful day!
Pratchett thought of the day:
What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge
of a major branch of government?—apart from, say,
the average voter.
Going Postal – Terry Pratchett