I woke to a foggy morning. Cold enough to have frozen over the water in the bird bath. It didn't last long though. By the time I'd walked into town to buy groceries, the fog had lifted and the sky was a flawless bright blue. Back home I didn't have the energy to mooch down to the allotment, so instead I did more of my crewel embroidery. I'm trying to make every square slightly different, despite my limited range of stitches. The crewel wool is so thin and delicate. I'm using a single strand of it on the needle and you get a lovely soft effect but oh, it is fragile. Tug too hard on a stitch and the wool breaks. I suppose it might not help that I'm using mainly vintage wool. Age might've weakened the fibres. This is the latest page of my Ann Wood inspired stitchbook. It's a piece of gell printed cotton, and has been stenciled and stamped. Apart from that stitchiness, I've been catching up on my readi...