I can’t even remember why I started, it is now innate

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…