My sister gave this embroidery kit years ago, before my first trip to Europe. I had hoped to stitch on the plane, but dainty embroidery scissors could be used to kill, you know. Instead I put in a few stitches in here and there -- hotel rooms, cafes, Oma's living room. This little Honeysuckle Slipper is so bound up with happy memories that, a couple of years later, I bought the matching Rose Hip Slipper to take on another trip.
I did cross stitch as a teenager, but these are my first real attempts at embroidery. I love the lack of counting. No rows or boxes. Just a fine outline and the freedom to fill it as I choose.
I came across these recently and, over the last two evenings, put the final stitches into them both. (Finishing is not my forte). They still need a wash and an iron, then I'd like to make them into something. I'm not sure what, so ideas are welcome.