Firstly shes a hard working woman with a busy bar to run and has far better things to be doing than reading this old guff.
Secondly she's horrendously illiterate and I believe that if I use complex enough word sequences she may not realize what I'm actually up to here.
Long ago back in year three I belonged to the most precious of all the school clubs, the cross stitch club. I used to love going, we would meet and stitch away to our hearts content. I vividly recall having a true knack for farmyard animals in particular baby chicks.
Anyway mainly because of the fear that people may believe me to be of the homosexual variety I left that club (and the choir, and the maypole dancing club, and the orchestra come to think of it...hmm) and started rugby, RUGBY!
Anyway whilst fishing around for ideas I came across some cross stitch work for sale. The whole thing was a 20cm by 20cm absolute work of art and I knew it was what I needed to get her. It was forty flipping pounds though and so I'm sorry to say I decided to swipe the idea and do it myself.
I peddled down the the local tapestry store and sought advice from the lady on how to go about this. She aided me in needle types and threads that complemented one another, gosh how it took me back to those lunchtimes from long ago, sewing away with not one single care in the world.
Right , so I got home and started straight away and I tell you there is nothing quite like reliving an old experience, what a rush.
Granted its going to take a while but I'm glad I have taken up this hobbiy once more.
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