I really don’t know how I could have handled the four hours round-trip of my commute this past year and a half without embroidering. Just reading would have probably broken me, it’s too much like an opium den on the train, you exit all glassy-eyed and brain full of what you were reading.
So, embroidery, woo. I’m doing little pictures of the handful of people that I see regularly on my route.
I need to stretch/mount all the pieces I’ve finished, so I have a better idea of the square footage they take up. Part of me wants to fill a room with them, as they’re mostly little more than doodles, since my problem is cohesive thesis.