Last night, after I came home so tired I could barely speak a coherent sentence, I sat in my little stitching corner and picked this piece up. My husband asked me how on earth I had the energy to stitch, and I had to explain that this was my stress relief. Whenever I need to decompress, I stitch. The husbands don't seem to understand that, do they? I think they assume if we have the energy to stitch, we have the energy to make food and tidy up. Nope. Two very different things.
Here's the progress I've made on Down by the Bay (sorry, I keep forgetting to iron it!):
I got some stitching done on the watermelon and the word "back" underneath it. And I have another rhyme for you! "Have you ever seen a seal making a deal?"
Thanks for staying tuned!