There's a Mouse in my House!

Indeed more than one.

I found them while I was tidying up my endless boxes and baskets of sewing stuff.

I have only very vague recollections of doing them,

But I suspect it was over the many hours spent in hospitals with Callum,

when one day pretty much merged into the next and I was very grateful to have cross stitch to occupy me.

That was in the days before I could afford to make quilts.

In fact my first quilts, and some of my favourites still to this day, were made from scraps of material from Sarah's dresses and scraps from things my Mum had made for us.

Each scrap tells a story.

I remember when I made this one.
I was expecting Callum, and I made it for him, not knowing if he was going to survive.
I had it framed, but it was done very badly, so I took it apart a few years ago and used the frame for something else and kept the cross stitch with the others.





The mice are all from the same cross stitch book. I found a half finished one too, which i will endeavour to finish eventually!
Never thought this would happen, but have to confess I can't see the colours very well at night now, which makes me lose momentum with cross stitch these days.

I also found Mrs Tiggywinkle at the bottom of the pile.

She was very delicate and difficult to do. The detail is so fine.

I can't use the 18ct anymore, because I just can't see well enough.

My daughter does it beautifully, and so quickly, and laughs at me for my bumbling about eyesight, the way I used to when I thought that would never happen to me.

Gosh I did that ten years ago!

Mrs Tiggy is one of my favourite people.

She's an ironing freak, just like me!