1. For some reason, I never like the finishing part of a piece of needlework. If I am not careful I end up with sad pieces of cross-stitch waiting to be framed or made-up into bookmarks and glasses cases and whatever. Today I forced myself to assemble the stumpwork of flowers and a butterfly that I have been labouring over. It was satisfying to know I've overcome a difficult part of myself. It doesn't look as good as the picture on the box -- to be honest there's something wrong with the scale, and one of the butterfly's wings is too big. But I've made it, damn it, and I'm going to march into the framing shop and ask for the best shadow box they've got. Well, maybe the best priced shadow box.
2. Falling in love with the hero of a book.
3. Earl Grey Tea with lemon.
