We were away from home for quite a bit of the summer, so I had decided that it was finally time to pull out a cross-stitch pattern that I had bought a few years ago and take it on the road. I did like curling up in a chair of an evening, stitching away - tuning out the kids running around with their American cousins, letting the calm wash over me. But... I think that I enjoy crafting more when I've put some creative thought into it. When you know that, as long as you can keep count, the result is going to look exactly like the picture on the packet, it just doesn't seem the same.
I think that I enjoy the anticipation of the moment when a project is done - the moment when you hold up your work and decide whether it turned out as you were hoping or not.
Still, I've always had a weakness for black and white and this pattern reminded me of my dogs:
They're getting on in years now. We had few nervous days waiting for biopsy results for one of them this summer - luckily the news was good, as the operation would have been expensive and I could tell that my heartless husband was considering the other option, as he started making comments about how the dog 'had led a good long life', even as I was looking at him with a 'how could you?' expression on my face...