Another of the human female’s hobbies is needlework. She didn’t do much last year and was hoping to do a lot this year, but then the THUMB happened, and everything’s on hold. Still she’s been very busy, charting a design she wants to cross stitch. This is the design–a rug from Portugal.
So she’s been carefully studying closeup photos of the thing, painstakingly transcribing it onto graph paper.
She has to label each page with its adjacent pages and make little red registration marks for lining them up. It’s going to take over 100 colors of floss–and how many pages of chart so far, Sigyn?
Seventy-one? She’ll die of old age before she finishes it.
Especially since I’ve convinced the Terror Twins that graph paper is a tasty feline treat!
She is putting all the graph paper charting into a computer program—which I’ve finagled so that it only runs on her old computer, the one with imminent hinge-failure. Since the program allows only 100 colors in any one design, she’s had to split the fool thing into five files which will need to be jigsawed back together after printout. If anything happens to those computer files and their backups, it’s a couple years’ work–poof! down the drain. She’s very near finishing. It would be terrible if anything happened to it…
Lenny! Fancy meeting you here! I innocently had no idea you’d be coming by today. But as long as you’re in the neighborhood, I have a little job for you…
(rub, rub, rub…)
I knew I liked this guy!