Cross stitch

Cross stitch

Whenever I saw a beautiful cross-stitch work by Auntie, I couldn't help but sigh. This summer, I made up my mind to learn to cross stitch. Seriously, this time I can taste all kinds of tastes. Let me tell you about it...

Taste one: bitter

I am going to embroider a mouse pendant. I learned the aunt's appearance and put on the needle. Then carefully embroidered according to the drawings. However, I have never done a needlework, and my hand does not listen. As for the flying needles like Auntie, it is a luxury. Not tied to his own hand, is embroidered a wrong grid. I am a little impatient. The seemingly simple cross-stitch has become so difficult in my hands, I really want to give up. At this time, I remembered what my father usually said to me: to do anything, you must flatten your mind, and you must not be half-hearted. I calmed down, and I embroidered it with great care. Although it is slower, it will not be misplaced. It seems that Dad’s trick is really true!

Throughout the afternoon, I was embroidering cross stitches. It was really busy and happy. Just then, Dad went home. I can't wait to show my "masterpiece" to my father. I thought he would praise me. Who knows, he told me that many places have been embroidered wrong, must be removed to lay the grid and embroider. After that, he picked up the scissors and removed the line.

Oh my god! Looking at my "masterpiece" that had worked hard for one afternoon, I was "destroyed" in this way. It was really a bit of a pain, and I was sorry for it.

Taste two: acid

This time, I learned the lesson. After the plaid is laid, embroider it according to the drawings one by one. Hey! This will not go wrong! I wonder.

Soon, the outline of a mouse was embroidered. I am a bit smug. When I was not careful, I tied my fingers. The blood kept flowing out, and it was hard to stop the blood. It seems that don't be too happy, otherwise you will be very sad.

learn from mistakes. I believe that only learning lessons will make your future life more fulfilling and perfect.

Taste three: spicy

After a few days of embroidering, my freshness has disappeared without a trace. So, put it on the shelf. Mom said humorously: "You have completed this project for a few years? Your father is waiting to hang in the car!" Every time I am haha. Under the repeated urging of my mother, I slowly swallowed the needle...

Taste four: sweet

The two mice were finally embroidered and they were stitched together. I carefully placed the two mice back to back, and then hooked the outline with a transparent line. When you hook up to one-third, fill in the cotton.

Oh, I’m finally done. I was excited to show my work to my family, and everyone praised me with all my strength. My heart is sweeter than eating honey, really!

Nothing is unachievable. I believe that no matter what you do, you can get the final victory as long as you persist. It’s hard to come.