Everyday I practice my needlework. Most days I am unhappy with my work - frustrated and disappointed I dismantle the frames and silently scream as i rumple my failure in my fist. Over and over again, I repeat a pattern. I am not aiming for perfection. I am striving for a soulful sense of satisfaction. The type of satisfying feeling that leaps from my heart when I do something that I can feel proud of. Enough to offer it up for sale in my little shop. Link in bio.