I finally framed my first three little embroidered illustrations. They are perhaps one of the most ultimate acts of femininity I can think of. I feel like such a girl when I’m sewing. Would it be “sewing”? I’m sure it wouldn’t be “embroidering.” Or would it? No matter.

There’s something deeply satisfying about using a needle and thread to make lines. It’s a very deliberate act and requires pretty exact needlework because mistakes look really obvious. Surprisingly, Georgie and Gidget weren’t too nosey while I finished the “Love” pic last night.

On a side note, the kitties just can’t leave us alone ever since we got back from IlluxCon. It’s pretty much like they’re saying thank you for coming home. So funny.

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