Part Two: the blood! The horror!

Hello my fine fictitious fans! I wanted to let you all know that the massive snow storm we experienced here in little Rhodey gave me the patience to work on my cross-stitched gun again. Previously incredibly frustrating, it is now almost done.

Time spent: approximately 15 hours.
Finger pricks: 9. And three of those were really in there.

The next project is in the works...

Immediately after finishing the "My shoes are flesh" pillow sham for Kyle, I came up with my next project.
Behold, a soon-to-be-cross-stitched work of freakish amazingness:

Thoughts? Suggestions?
Elan requested that the next one say "Happiness is a warm bun" with a cheeseburger.  Personally, I want to do something with bacon on it.

He likes it!

Because I wasn't able to be at the official unveiling of my present to Kyle, a video was taken of his response to the gift.

Here's Kyle, unwrapping his brand spankin new cross-stitched pillow.

I am so proud!

Whammy.

Well, I just so happen to like being Old School

Occasionally I get "teased" at the office for my penchant for old-lady items.  Like my sweet-ass grandma sunglasses (purchased from the sweet-ass grandma herself... not mine, but I'm sure she's someone else's, right?). Or that really cool wool cardigan/coat/thing that turned out not to be grandma-y but Austrian all along.

(Actual grandmother and actual glasses not actually shown)

However, I am delighted to inform you of my latest and greatest passion.... Cross Stitching!

Yes, the needle, the embroidery thread, the "Bless this home" jazz. I'm totally channeling your grandmother in the early 80s. When I informed my boyfriend of this fantastic new creative outlet for me to explore, he commented "Um, isn't that kind of something that old people do when they can't do anything else?"

Hell no, I say.  Hell no.

Check out my first success! A gift, of course. Can't keep this kind of genius to oneself, now can we?