So, my friend Hastur the cross-stitcher has been trying to convert me for ages. I can dig it. I do the same to her. At any rate, during my bout with Tendonitis, I was weakened. I wanted to go over to the Dark Side. I wanted to stitch the Japanese Octogonal Box by Chatelaine.
"We could each get the pattern," she says. "We can work on it together, won't that be fun?"
I am tempted.
"They even have DMC conversions, so the materials won't cost you a million million dollars."
I weaken. Then the kicker:
"Think about it - you could put your tea in it!"
Damn you, cross-stitch, and your siren song! You had to tag-team me with the tea, didn't you?
I'm going to hobby lobby after work.