This is one of those projects that has an "are you kidding me" story. It, of course, has the usual, and not too unique, story of "I found it, I lost it, I found it again, repeat". But, oh well, when it chose to be found, I would get something done on it before it would take flight on another adventure.
The last time I found it, it needed the (36) sheepy legs and the grass. I wasn't too keen to do the legs, so I procrastinated for a long time. I tried a few motivational tricks, including bribery to move it to completion. After all, it was sooo close. Nothing was successful for over a year. And then, the sun came out and the angels sang, and I did the sheepy legs and grass. Oh bliss...
As I started to remove the transfereeze from the words, I noticed I had missed one of the letters, it was not stitched. What? There was no floss in the box, and it had been so long since I had worked on it, I had no memory of what I had used. I took it everywhere with me to try and match it. It was a variegated not black not brown color. sigh.... I was in a lather.
Then, in an incredible moment of clarity, I realized that it is a primitive stitchery, not heirloom, not precise, not perfect. I purchased a close to matching floss, spent five minutes stitching it, and then, finally, it was done. A tweak of my nose, and it was framed. And I bet, in a picture, you can not see any difference. Silly me.
Luckily, the zucchinni pickles were not as challenging.