Now the owls are finished, it's time to do a secret project for Jonathan. In fact, I started this one almost thirteen years ago.
My mum died two days before Daniel was one, so Jonathan was a toddler. A month or so before she died, we went to stay with her and we went out for a picnic. It was a typically British spring day, blowing a gale and freezing cold. This was never a good photo, but it was the last I had of mum and her "bestie boy".
I had it converted to cross stitch, it was always going to be done for Jonathan. I even made a start. For some reason, I put it down, and was going to restart it on new fabric.
I've finally picked it up again, and couldn't work out why I was going to restart. Having started stitching, I think I may have got some of the symbols mixed up as they are so similar. I don't think it will make much difference in the bigger scheme of things, so I am going to continue.
The pattern goes over six pages, the first one might take a little while to do, but little and often will get me to the end.