Rated ML for Mature Language

(I'm serious about the language warning. Just saying.)

(Of course, some people write like this way more often than I do. But if you ever meet me on my hometown turf, I can swear like a sailor. I try to leave that behind when I head south.)
 
Last spring my niece had posted a photo of a subversive cross stitch piece on facebook. Her husband chimed in with a like. I squirrelled away that little nugget of information and one Saturday in December I graphed this piece, went upstairs to the studio pulled a nice piece of Mello Cashel out of the stash and picked colors from the DMC 3800 range. 

Here's what I finished after a few hours.  
 

I like the first one so much, I made a second one for my father-in-law. These were my last two finishes for 2012. I did warn you in the title, so please, no complaining about my using four letter words. It's my blog and I'll do what I want to. 

Try as I will, I can't seem to locate any photos of Dame Judi Densch doing the same type of work in needlepoint. Though I can find references to her doing it.

 

I've made bare bones progress on my Scarlet Letter sampler. But a little bit is better than no progress at all. 

And here's another little project that I couldn't show because it's for my daughter. But now she has seen it and the bunny can come out into the light of day. I bought this two years ago in New Orleans at the Garden District Needleworks. It's a Lee canvas and I have the black hipster bag that it fits into. 
 

I like this so much, I debated keeping it for myself. But I'm going to be good and send it on to its recipient as soon as it's done.

Here's a little bargain I picked up in an antique shop in New Hamsphire. 
 

It needed rescuing. My original thought was to ditch the needlepoint, refinish the wood and stitch my own piece. I may just see how clean I get the needlepoint. It's much dirtier than this photo makes it look. If I can salvage it, I may.

 

Look. Another current project jumped in here. Not saying any more...

 

Up early as some people left New Hampshire at o dark thirty. Making sure the rest of us saw the sunrise. 

It was a wonderful visit. Could have managed without the two snowstorms. Or that zero degree morning. But hey, it's New Hampshire.