Apparently, I cross-stitch now(?!). I love the subversive cross-stitch concept, taking a craft that can feel dated and fussy (hey there, gender roles) and giving it a different feel with weirdness or unexpected language. The last time I cross-stitched was as a kid, but it turned out to be a good holiday gift for a tight budget and friends with a sense of humor.
This is paraphrased from a sweet and soothing Joe Pera show, which just happens to be available to watch this week here.
The vines were easier to do organically than plan, and I’m so happy with how they turned out. But the arch felt too empty, and the only possible answer was a dinosaur. One who might just dream of reaching up to pick a bean. I tried to make a basket from two different color threads, to imitate a woven structure, but I think it would have worked better had I put the lighter color crossed over top.