There's something so mindlessly pleasing about cross stitch that without consciously understanding what you are doing, you've been working on a piece for seven hours straight and you can't really feel your dominant hand anymore.
I ran out of the dark blue I was working with and I will soon run out of the light blue too but I put some nice folk music on and I will probably keep at it for a little while longer. It's a quiet victory when you finish each letter.
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