Oh sweet baby Jeebus, when will this be done? Even the darker colours are failing me now. They're as fickle, knotty and prone to snapping at the most inopportune moments as the gorram pinks. Pah.
I'm doing that moaning thing again, aren't I?
But I have my new icon for furiousness and this makes me happy again. Does that mean I ought to change it for a happy one? But then that would make me sad... It's a confusing circle of illogicalness.
Soon I should have some other finished projects to post instead of just using this as a form of accountability to keep going. Some involve no cross stitching. And some have no pale colours whatsoever and therefore are of the good. Unlike dear, sweet Peter....