random fun time chez nous

[fox]

I'm working (slowly!) on a fairly elaborate cross stitch cushion cover - and part of the reason it's so slow is that there's a fair amount of dithering, so each color has blocks and then random confetti nearby so they can blend together. Fine. But for an added complication, the fabric is not aida cloth; it's a tightly woven cotton canvas, so when I worked out that I get 14st/in if I do three threads vertically and two horizontally, that meant I have to count threads the whole time my own self. There aren't more prominent holes where the stitches go, I mean.

So naturally at some point I miscounted something and about a dozen stitches were half a column off, which needed fixing or the stitches coming to meet them wouldn't fit. Annoying, but not devastating, because it was only about a dozen stitches. Still kind of a drag to find as close to the midpoint as possible in the offending thread, snip, pick out, redo what I could, secure the new ends (where there didn't used to be ends at all), and finally get new thread and redo the last of the stitches in the correct column.

I showed it to Himself and we had this conversation:

me: See? Isn't that better? [of course I don't expect he has the first idea what he's looking at]
him: Sure, honey.

And what's super funny about that is that I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times in our relationship that he has called me by anything but my name. (This is the second time. 😆 His family of origin are not a pet-naming people.)