It's been raining all day...so dark and gloomy...and my cold has progressed to the deep, croaky voice stage. (I think I startled the bank teller.) I'm better though, thank you, so no complaints. It sounds like there's a national epidemic this week, probably a to-be-expected followup of Thanksgiving, where family germs mingle and everyone's overtired from preparations and travel. Errands still need to be run, however, so yesterday I ducked out to do a few that couldn't wait. Somewhere between the grocery store and Office Max, I found myself in a favorite little haunt, poking around antiques and whatnots tucked here and there. I came across this in a corner.
At first I thought it was a paper print of a sampler, but on closer examination, I could see it was an actual textile piece. It had been reframed recently, neatly, but regrettably off kilter and behind reflective glass. I put it down and continued browsing. Picked it up again. It was kind of charming. No sign of transfer residue, it seems the design was actually stitched by counting cloth threads...fine threads. Sadly, not signed.
Now that it's home, I can't believe I even deliberated about the purchase. ($18.00!!) And I've decided to leave it as is and just hang it. I must have a fever.
Molly arrives in a few hours for the last few days of her visit and wants to put up the tree this weekend, a little earlier than usual for us. She hasn't been here for Christmas for several years, so it'll be fun to get things decorated with some help. (At least, I think she asked, Can we put the tree up? not, Will you put the tree up?) I finished up some internet shopping today and a crockpot of chili is simmering. I think I'll be casting on something new tonight so maybe there'll be some knitting to share next time.