The linen closet was a huge ball of crumpled linens. Our task: sort them into like things (tablecloths with tablecloths, sheet sets with sheet sets) and bundle and label them.
I also found this early cross stitch I did. It is a delightful relic of my rudimentary skills: not properly fitted to the frame, and a bit uneven. I do like the rickrack border though. Everything is better with rickrack.
You can see I was not shy about stretching embroidery floss across long distances. I have a vague memory of not liking to knot things off and start again in a new place.
It’s interesting that looking at this I feel trapped and tight, but yet I find embroidering very relaxing at my current age. Is it because it’s so messy?