The Creative Bridge

When I think of cross-stitching I think about my Grandy (Grandmother) who used to drag me along her her damn sewing clubs. Wait, saying it like that is mean. I enjoyed it. I just didn’t like that the other women there smelt like moth balls and I feared my Grandy would turn into one of them.

I remember we would go shopping for shoes and I would tell her ‘If you EVER buy those UGLY shoes with all that cushioning I will stop talking to you. So… How about these fire-engine red high heels?’ She had the killer-legs to flaunt such shoes. Bitch. 

This cross-stitching on the other hand is cool.

This is the shit those walking moth balls should have been working on.

Keep young. Stay cool. And check them out at http://www.etsy.com/shop/weelittlestitches?ref=seller_info

They’re not even expensive. You know what… I’m gonna buy one.