Showing posts with label piano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label piano. Show all posts

Friday, March 11, 2016

A stitch in time saves 9,817,643 (Part 3)

[Editor's note. This is the third post in a three-part series. Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here. --RWP]

Okay, first of all, to let you know that I am no longer a complete idiot when it comes to technical things (why are you laughing?), I received some excellent tutelage via e-mail from one Adrian Ward of Somewhere, Scotland, and can now rotate photographs using my new operating system (Windows 10) just as expertly as I did using my old one (XP). Here's proof using the two photographs that faced west in the preceding post:

Footprints in the Sand:


...and Family Circle:


I know you will agree that they look much better facing south.

Moving right along with Part 3 of this series, here is a cross-stitch Mrs. RWP made in 1988 for our silver anniversary (for readers in Alabama, that means we had been married 25 years). It is displayed over our piano:


The next two hang in our master bathroom, and Mrs. RWP is especially proud of their borders. If your device allows zooming, zoom in for a closer look. A bird bath is on the left:


...and a clawfoot tub is on the right:


I wouldn't lie to you. Here they are together:


A fruit basket that contains 53 colors and took Mrs. RWP a year to complete hangs in our kitchen:


A small cornucopia that we had framed as a companion piece to the fruit basket hangs over our pantry door:


Finally, a second 53-color beauty that took Mrs. RWP another year to complete hangs in our entrance hall/vestibule/fwah-yay (pick one) along with the bluebird-adorned Psalm 100 that I showed you in the preceding post:


Thus ends my three-part series showing you Mrs. RWP's prowess and talent with a needle and thread.

P. S. -- Yorkshire Pudding asked in a comment on the previous post if I am rich. I used to be, but I spent my entire fortune getting these beautiful creations framed. To do less would be criminal.

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